The Specimen lies there on the stone
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Fluids bubbling from his nose
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Tongue protruding from his mouth
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Eyes all swollen popping out
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Slice him open across his throat
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Cut through muscle tissue and bone
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Crimson blood spills on me
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One more twist his head comes free
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Cut in pieces, sealed up in packs
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Hacked in the back and dumped in a sack
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Cutting off the rotting palms
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Wrap them up tight, put them in jars
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Score from chest to pubic bone
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Pull apart and cover your nose
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Take out the stomach kidneys & liver
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Serve up fried for a dainty dinner
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Split the diaphragm under the ribs
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Find the lungs, put your hands in
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Cut in pieces, sealed up in packs
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Hacked in the back and dumped in a sack
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Hang the body in the shed
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Using meat-hooks through the legs
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Catch the blood as it drips from the stump
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Like the others from the past
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The naked belly, full of cysts
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Smells so good, I cant resist
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I know inside this ones the best
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As I eat the rotting chest
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Hack In The Back Dumped In A Sack
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| Gorerotted |
