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Stripped Stabbed & Bodybagged

from Death Metal Is A Rotting Corpse by FLATUS

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lyrics

I’m not sick, I’m the guy next door
Down at the store; you’ve seen me before
Capture by day and butcher by night
Under the flicker of a pale neon light
I’m cheerful and friendly, and a little overweight
I’m really not a psycho (that’s not a pleasant trait)
Cold storage holds my unfortunate select
I’m an organised killer, just like you’d expect

Netted and restrained
Gasping, twisting prey
Wrenched from life of freedom
My catch of the day
Their lives I put on ice
As I strip them and then slice
I sweat and reek of fish
But I’m really very nice...

My gloved hand wields the blade
By which skin is scaled and flayed
Nonchalant as I wrangle the guts
And toss them in the waste
My decapitated victims
Deboned, pounded and splayed
AM chitchat fills the air
As their bodies I degrade

At any given time I might hunt right near a school
But I prefer them meaty
And won’t bother if they’re small
I tend to kill at random, though I guess I have a sort
Because sometimes I’ll let go
One of the victims that I’ve caught...

Flesh teeters on the razors edge as organs I negate
On my stainless steel work bench
Where I calmly maim and mutilate
Gaping mouths, bulging eyes
Thrashing bodies bleeding
But please don’t call me heartless
It’s okay, they don’t have feelings

(Lead: Unprovoked assault & battery)

Headless corpse-piles mount
In greasy decadence
Battered bodies oiled
In delicious resplendence
Ritualistically bathing the dead
In my thick white goo
But this is nothing sexual
(It is just what I need to do)
Unrecognisable, headless, disguised
Dusted and done... Totally fried

Remains are assaulted
With vinegar and day-old grease
But you won’t read about this slaughter
In the newspapers in which I wrap the deceased
A life as cheap as chips in this grisly swag
Saturated fats now soaking through your body bag
I wont stop this murder
And the flesh I’ll never waste
I’ll even take a nibble...
Even though I’m tired of the taste

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from Death Metal Is A Rotting Corpse, released April 13, 2015
Words & Music: Daniel Majer

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FLATUS [fley-tuhs. noun.] 1. Intestinal gas produced by bacterial action on waste matter in the intestines and composed primarily of hydrogen sulphide and varying amounts of methane; 2. Australian based band of grinding musicians sharing an unhealthy interest in the macabre. ... more

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