Strung up and Gutted - Autopsy

Saw you in the woods again

Sneaking like a rat

Sick pleasure on your mind

Got you in my trap

Hiding, creeping, think you’re safe

Feel like you’re superior

That’s not the way I see it

I’ll show you the meaning of fear

Strung up and gutted is what

You are going to be

A trophy on my wall for eternity

The chase, a prelude to the catch

I run you to the ground

A crudgel to the head

You’re bleeding and you’re bound

Consciousness returns, you’re being dragged away

A plea forms on your lips, my boot kicks it away

Strung up and gutted is what

You are going to be

A trophy on my wall for eternity

From the blackness you emerge

In my cellar you’re confined

Screaming, hanging upside down

Helpless, twisting, ropes entwined

Lead: Cutler

The knife punctures your abdomen

And cuts a trench down to your chin

Finally silent, mouth agape

Gut by gut, I eviscerate

The hunt did not go your way

You did not pass my test

Your head stares blankly down

On a plaque like all the rest

Strung up and gutted is what

You are going to be

A trophy on my wall for eternity