Cannibal Corpse - Hung And Bled

Hung And Bled

Trying to conceal his murders the
Maniac
Stabs the heart
Stops the flow
Cleaning up the bloods a problem he
Now solves
Hooks through heels
Hung and bled
Corpses are suspended by the ir feet
Swaying dripping bloody piece of meat
Fastened to the ceiling leaking gore
Splashing down to the floor
Congealing fluids fester the stench
Revolting septic gruel
Putrid slop
Licks the surface of his dungeon
A gruesome meal
Rancid feast li have on death
Corpses dangle lifeless gray and cold
Rotting flesh the meat hooks lose the ir
Hold
Stenching body falls onto the ground
Bones and flesh form a mound
Sanguinary killer wi will not stop
Hanging dead replacing those that drop
Blood he drinks like wine the ir flesh
His bread in his maw dripping red
Hung and bled
Oozing blood the butchers victims
Soak the concrete
Putrefy
Halls of dread
Draped with death
Ornate crimes
Stalactites made of flesh
Festooned with innards
Gaining life
Sentient place, the stone walls
Breathe
Hungry soul
It can think
A genuine living hell
Created by
The butcher he lost control
Owner and property change the ir roles
Constantly feeding the gluttonous room
He once ruled the chamber
Now its his tomb
Hung by the ir feet
Drained of blood
Swallowed by death
Greed of this place
Bodies
Decay, devoured by evil
Slave to this hell
He creates
Undying
[Solo: Pat]
Corpses are suspended by the ir feet
Swaying dripping bloody piece of meat
Fastened to the ceiling leaking gore
Splashing down to the floor
Corpses he suspended turning pale
All the blood drained into his grail
Fastened to the ceiling dry and dead
Fluids of life have been shed
Hung and bled