Franky In The Fridge Lyrics

ice picks are shoving through your feet
you're screaming to stop for me it's where i begin
ass fluid dripping to the floor
once i hacked flesh i crave for more
spooned out eyeballs hang attached
into sockets of skinless head

i eat dead people ... dead people

drained body trembling on the soil
legs severed off peeled off to boil
last act is a cough of blood
still you're not dead i must go on
expose your rib cage to the bone
the gut wrench will strike ... it's final blow

i eat dead people ... i eat dead people ...
dead people ... must eat dead people ...

next you're dead .. removed from all skin
tormented .. headless and soft
i must tenderly blowtorch you
removing all hairs from the torso
lie divided .. chunks on a block
as sudden all bleedings have stops

i'm commencing the butchering
so accurate i've never chopped

prepared whole body ... for consumption
in a little fridge
i see your name was Franky ... tattoo is still showing
i will taste this ... now

as i grind your bones to chalk dust
mincing leftovers for the cauldron
you'd never thought this could happen
ending on a plate ... it must have been your faith