The Splatterbeast - The Accused

I’ll hang you from a meathook

I’ll ram a pitchfork through your spine

I make sure death’s all around me

I take lives — give me what’s mine

You can scream all that you want

No one can hear your voice down here

Your terror fuels my rage

My thirst is quenched with tears

As I raise the implement of death above your head

Deep inside it feels so lustful

I taste your pain, writhing in horror

And bring it down with every muscle

Your head explodes

Your skull’s in pieces

At least for now

My rage releases

I’m the Splatterbeast!