Gutted Songtext
von Cannibal Corpse

Table of deranged, savage, brutal being
Shocking way of life, living on human offspring
Murder of the innocent, pale-gray face
Expressionless, horrid dismemberment

One person′s tortures is another's pleasure
Malformation, a diseased brain

Unsuspecting slowly dying
As his knife invades the child
Screams of pain, no one hears
Blood splotches now appear
Ecstasy through each cut
Now the body twitches
The gutted little torso
Ready to be cooked


Isolated in his own mind, need to kill now possesses
His body, self-mutilated
Between killings, ejaculation
Cut off appendages of former victims
Sexual violence satisfaction
Disembodied corpses, spewing gore
On his body, soaked with their fluids
Various digestive parts, and assorted meats

Plunging his fist down the throat
Ripping out the guts, internal extraction

Entire body bleeding, heart stops pumping
Child lying dead, just another gutted infant
To satisfy his hunger, temptations of the flesh
Voracious appetite

Killing to release pure souls to heavens
Justification of his killing
Self-torture, stiffening pain
He sees the faces of the dead
Guts are strewn from the children
Splintered bones, poke through skin

Gratification through castration
Roasting parts for consumption