---

Keep neither

a blunt knife

nor an ill

disciplined looseness

of tongue, closed

your eyes so

you missed it

the demon

was showing

growling,

growing!

I see the fear in your eyes

can you sense my appeal

Your delicate corpse!

is a delicacy, of course...

Feed on...

their LIMBS!

Feed on...

their BRAINS!

then move on

to the

next

pitiful soul

[Hook]

Unblood

Feeding what kills you, killing to feed!

unblood

feed on their corpse with no remorse!

Unblood

You were found

struck down

dead as

dead can be

an unsolved

mystery

for the

movie screen

machete blade, axe say

maybe 2 or 3

hacked away at your limbs

like I was cuttin a tree

gasoline

nice & clean

was the murder scene

because I fien

to make you bleed

in total misery

incineration

obliteration

and a

pre-dug ditch

what more

can I say?

it's a

Cure for the itch

Feed on,

their limbs...

Feed on,

their brains!

Move on,

because you're late for an early grave!

The feeling of the blood as it's leaving from your veins

the feeling of the tears as they leave your eyes in pain

The feeling of something rather than what you're use to!

The feeling of hope subtley leaves you...

Feed on...

their LIMBS!

Feed on...

their BRAINS!

then move on

to the

next

pitiful soul

[Hook]

Unblood

Feeding what kills you, killing to feed!

unblood

feed on their corpse with no remorse!

Unblood