Impilcated in the thorax Jagged ax The opening of the skull, the brain removed by force Leaking lung, vomit a great evening The anal blade sliced through the neck out of the fetal colon Waving flail arm On the ground shake of blood dripping bile feces For what it protrudes from anus do not have words He pulls out and enjoy the femur That is all the shit are just a little things In leafing through the vagina, it opens the chisel And these are the pleasures of our master butcher This is our Mr. Butcher