Songtext von To Eat The Heart

Thirty one years in the making Trails of littered dead From ohio to wisconsin His trophies are their heads At eighteen years of age He made his first kill Invite him in for a beer Leave him never will Exhileration Dominant thrill Defy the weak The addicting kill Stench horrid odor Rampant in his room If his walls could talk Theyd tell tales of doom Littered limbs Scattered room to room Asystole fibrilation To remove The victims soul Hopes of consumption His molesting as he drugs Crying slowly close your eyes Bloody soaked smelly rugs Now is time for you to die Gays minorites Satisfy his morbid kill In his refrigerator Body parts he chills