The Separation of Flesh from Bone - Six Feet Under

For your blood

For your blood

A hunger for your blood, for another kill

This is your final breath as blood explodes again

Another body hangs dead in the night, still warm not rotted

Another fresh corpse to play with in its grave soon to decay

Another victim tortured not long dead but now revived for

The separation of flesh from bone

The separation of mind from soul, abomination of the human form

The termination of the life you’ve known

The separation of flesh from bone

The separation of mind from soul

Razor-sharp my machete as I hack apart the body, a grave is dug and ready after

pleasure’s gone

The separation of flesh from bone

The separation of mind from soul

Abomination of the human form

The separation of flesh from bone

Another body hangs dead in the night, still warm not rotted

Another fresh corpse to play with in its grave soon to decay

I watch you twich and seizure bleeding from your guts

I hack and slice, carve the nerves to experiment

Open up the cavity

I expose your lungs

Pounding nails in your spleen

I chew the aorta

I’ll take your existence

I’ll take each part of you

Offer no resistance relented

To your eaten intentions

I’ll take your existence

I’ll take each part of you

Offer no resistance relented

To your eaten intentions

One leg is de-fleshed

But the skin is left

Cut off all your fingers

Wrist only tendon

Veins are pulled from

Gently still every single inch of skin

Has been probed and molested

Cut off the head

From the shoulders up

Insert a spear to position the part

Off comes the skin from the back of the neck

Vertebrae exposed, spinal cord is smashed

A hunger for your blood, for another kill

This is your final breath as blood explodes again

The separation of flesh from bone

The separation of mind from soul

Abomination of the human form

The termination of the life you’ve known

The separation of flesh from bone

The separation of mind from soul

Razor-sharp my machete as I hack apart the body, a grave is dug and ready after

pleasure’s gone

The separation of flesh from bone

The separation of mind from soul

Abomination of the human form

The termination of the life you’ve known

Another fresh corpse to play with

In its grave soon decay

Another victim tortured, not long dead but now revived for

The separation of flesh from bone