Twenty Bodies Lyrics

The first one I found in my cellar at home
He was hanging around in his suicide dome
Next I have killed as I was in the church
I saw him pray, to his god on this way
Next was my mom, as visitor she was scum
Number four this was my dad, disembowelment in bed
Bodies over all and I am going to call my private whore
On the phone for my collection of bones
Twenty bodies, twenty souls, twenty was to die
Twenty reasons, terminate and forty eyes
Twenty times of sweet erection, twenty I take with me
Twenty hells, two hundred fingers, bad century
I am the collector, the slashing protector
Keep your mouth shut, wait for an uterine cut
For seven and eight, was the time much to late
I take them with me and will make things they'll never see
Last you can taste, maybe the blood on your face
Nine on a string, twenty bodies I sing
I need many more, I am addicted to gore
Ten was a project, I fill in oil
Boiling oil
Bitches are boring, remains are a mess
Next one broke down, as I overstretched his ass
I walk through the park, my mind was insane and dark
I saw four people in action, so I'll take for my collection
From a bag-man in trash, I'll take all of his flesh
Make a dinner for my friends, three find a poison end
Nineteen'th remain under unspeakable pain, gasping for air
But his lung was not there
Twenty bodies, twenty souls, twenty ways to die
Twenty chains and twenty hooks
Collector passed by
For nineteen people, it's too late now
Look up what you do
twenty bodies I need at home
Collector is watching you