37°F Lyrics

" Shit! the dinner! thirty seven degrees"
I've to lower cold-store temperature: the corpse is going to putrefy. I don't know how long i'll be able to devour her."

Our master of culinary art now dismembers the corpse.
He's covered with blood. He's fucking excited.
He cannot come back on the blood call.
He's fucking excited. he's covered with blood.

"Maybe it's not normal doing that. Maybe she wanted to live?!
Maybe the girl (now dead) doesn't love me?!
Shit! Maybe i am fucking psychopatic!

No! Now she's more beautiful! Bloody! Maybe wanted to live?!
No! i am not a psychopatic! Gore! Blood! Yeah!

Our master of Anthropophagy art now dismembers the corpse!
He's fucking excited. He's covered with blood.
"GORE! BLOOD! YEAH!"
Anthropophagy And Sex with Dead.

"Maybe it's not normal doing that. Maybe she wanted to live?!
Maybe the girl doesn't love me?!
I am not a psychopatic!

Maybe in the Bladder has remained urine:
I have here the straw. Do you want to fuck?
"GORE! BLOOD! YEAH!"
A pool of blood. No body anymore.
"It has been a big feed!"