Flesh Maniac - Attomica

You keep happy and laughing

Till the murder gets in your way

You can’t cry or run fool

The slaughter wants you

You’ll see

His knife

In your throat

Blood’s running

Death’s coming

The smell of blood and flesh

Pleasures his dirty mind

He squeezes your painful face

He rips out your eyes

And slices your guts

You’re just a dead man

Death is life’s cost

Kicking your body

Full of hate

Using an axe to cut your face