Letra de Roadside Rendezvous
No urge to rape or penetrate.
Cut and scar and kill, loss of blood.
Cut throat carving weak human flesh.
Cut and scar and kill, loss of blood.
Cut throat carving weak human flesh.
Beauty of the blade.
Gaping, wounds consume.
Layers of skin separate and split.
Laceration to the bone,
put up hands to save yourself.
Which I hack to fucking bits,
no remorse your skull I split.
Layers of skin separate and split.
Which I hack to fucking bits,
no remorse your skull I split
Convulsions, fear, now cease to be,
Work of art on human shit.
Carved face, death mask rip.
Loss of blood your cause of death.
Work art on human shit.
Loss of blood your cause of death.
Wok art on human shit.
Carved face, death mask rip.
No remorse your skull I split.
Ligaments and body joints,
severed at your fingertips.
Bones now buckle and break,
from the mallet I used to hit.
The waves of pain your living hell,
sharpened tools to butcher you.
Bones not buckle and break.
From the mallet I used to hit.
Destroyed while still alive.
Autopsy for the living.
this torture that I thrive.
Fatal gaping gut incision,
penetrate your eyes.
Autopsy for the living.
This torture that I thrive.
Gaping, wounds consume.
Layers of skin separate and split.
Laceration to the bone,
put up hands to save yourself.
Which I hack to fucking bits,
no remorse your skull I split.
Layers of skin separate and split.
Which I hack to fucking bits,
no remorse your skull I split
Convulsions, fear, now cease to be,
Work of art on human shit.
Carved face, death mask rip.
Loss of blood your cause of death.
Work art on human shit.
Loss of blood your cause of death.
Wok art on human shit.
Carved face, death mask rip.
No remorse your skull I split.
Ligaments and body joints,
severed at your fingertips.
Bones now buckle and break,
from the mallet I used to hit.
The waves of pain your living hell,
sharpened tools to butcher you.
Bones not buckle and break.
From the mallet I used to hit.
Destroyed while still alive.
Autopsy for the living.
this torture that I thrive.
Fatal gaping gut incision,
penetrate your eyes.
Autopsy for the living.
This torture that I thrive.
