I need your child for a sacrifice
So I stabbed him in the chest with a butcher knife
I cut out his heart and I cut off his head
He's bleeding like mad but your baby is not dead
Thrashaholic
I cut off his arms and I cut off his legs
His mutilated body began to shake
There's blood on the walls and there's blood on the floor
The morbid saint still wants more
Your baby won't die by the blade of my knife
Getting life from the cord cause he's still in your wife
His severed limbs they won't go to waste
It's hard to believe how good they taste