Hide my face, my geatures of pain
Is there any point of having a name
I stare in front, I see only red
As I lay here upon my death bed
Cut, gut, beaten, eaten [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/g/gorerotted/cut_gut_beaten_eaten.html ]
The cannibals feast upon my innards
Using bark to eat their dinner
Moist muscle, inner bile
Handfuls of viscera
Being eaten in piles
Eaten
Cut, gut, beaten, eaten
A half eaten carcass
Soaked in blood
Rotting in the heat, and mud
Cavity wounds, Gaping holes
I'm left disregarded by
These cannibal trolls
