Six Feet Under Album

the hopeless, the terrifies
you're petrified, its time to die
i vomit in the face of the faithful
the mislead, the ignorant
the ones who are truly dangerous
the holy
the justice system
the president
the ones who are truly dangerous
its time to die
(repeat 2x)

decomposition of the human race
a warning from beyond the grave
out of the ashes
and into the fucking flames

the soulless, the unworthy
the undead
now walk the earth in pain
they hunt you
to devour
to massacre you
to overtake this world
the mislead
the ignorant
the ones who are truly dangerous
its time to die

the image of man betrays that which
distinguishes him from other animals
his ablity to observe himself
the decay of modern society, leads to doom.
turn back the clock

retreat
into the essence of life
but its too late for you now
its too late for you know

decomposition of the human race
a warning from beyond the grave
out of the ashes
and into the fucking flames
varicose the heart is now closed
eyes still open, but soon you'll decompose
you're on your way to the grave
and its a bottomless pit.

somewhere in the darkness, another dies
somewhere in the darkness, a child cries
somewhere in the darkness, you scream in vain
somewhere in the darkness, it awaits
somewhere in the darkness, an empty grave
somewhere in the darkness, evil
somewhere in the darkness, the winds have changed
somewhere in the darkness, the dead awake

from the grave
a spirits curse
the demonseed
is now unearthed

somewhere in the darkness, is the afterlife
somewhere in the darkness, someone holds a knife
somewhere in the darkness, the devil
somewhere in the darkness, evil

from the grave
a spirits curse
the demonseed
is now unearthed

somewhere in the darkness, another dies
somewhere in the darkness, a child cries
somewhere in the darkness, you scream in vain
somewhere in the darkness, it awaits
somewhere in the darkness, an empty grave
somewhere in the darkness, evil
somewhere in the darkness, the winds have changed
somewhere in the darkness, the dead awake

from the grave
a spirits curse
the demonseed
is now unearthed

the demonseed is now unearthed

The hearse awaits to drive you to hell
the coffin opens, you're dead on the table
I prepare the peices for burial
brain removed as I stick in the needle
to drain out the pus, blood, and bile
One eyeball missing, 6 teeth and four limbs
rope was used as the method to strangle
rats have eaten part of the genitals

oh my God not another dead body
the cadaver is cut up and cut up again
gutted and split up in two
to ferment in the grave
thrown six feet down one piece at a time
for the insects to find

rest in pieces
in the grave you're bleeding
rest in pieces
in the tomb of the mutilated

the hearse awaits to drive you to hell
the coffin opens you're dead on the table
I prepare the pieces for burial
brain removed as I stick in the needle
the bloody bodies have been probed and cut
a severed head hangs on a hook
cockroaches and ants invade the torso
everything below the waist has been cooked

Rest in pieces
in the grave you're bleeding
rest in pieces
in the tomb of the mutilated

the sweet smell
of the slow decayed
another victim
of the f**king grave
the cold grave is the last place you rest
down in a hole stiff with rigomurtis
another rotten
another forgotten
another step and you just might fall in
the cold grave is the last place you rest
down in a hole stiff with rigomurtis

eyes roll back in your face
blood drips on your skin
when it comes to death
the grave always wins
blood drips on your idness face?
another victim of the f**king grave
the cold dirt is your last place to rest
a funeral meal for the worms in the coffin

eyes roll back in your face
blood drips down your skin
when it comes to death
the grave alwats wins
the worms are feeding on the carcass
rotted and moldering and bones are exposed
parasitic breakdown of the human form
in the grave we are reborn

the sweet smell
of the slow decayed
another victim
of the f**king grave
the cold grave is the last place you rest
down in a hole stiff with rigomurtis
another rotten
another forgotten
another step and you just might fall in
the cold grave is the last place you rest
down in a hole stiff with rigomurtis

thirteen pieces of your fate
thirteen dead that will awake
dying slowly, closer, closer
thirteen pieces of my mind

thirteen pieces of my mind
thirteen bullets in your side
dying slowly,closer,closer
thirteen stab wounds to your head

thirteen dead and thirteen rotten
and now that old wounds have clotted
the terror that you felt,
will be the last thing that you feel
thirteen rot over ten years decayed
thirteen bodies will be left unburied
the terror that you felt,
will be the last thing that you feel

thirtenn broken scabbed and torn
thirteen victims not yet born
dying slowly, closer, closer
thirtenn pieces of my mind

thirteen rot over ten years decayed
thirteen bodies will be left unburied
thirteen dead that will awake
thirteen pieces of your fate
thirteen bullets in your side
thirteen stab wounds to your head
thirteen broken scabbed and torn
thirteen victims not yet born

The shadow of the reaper, the shadow of the dead
Entombs the lifeless
The darkest black is cast
The shadow of the reaper, will you take its hand
The shadow of the reaper, the grave now calls to you

In the cemetary
You have been left unburied
The vultures pick at your eyes

The cold grasp, a blood hand
The skeleton, it cracks
And its twitching
Inside of your body

The brain retreats
The heart beats no longer
In denial
Life no longer there

To comfort
To invigorate
To betray you
The rotten now await you

Meet the Devil's keeper
In the shadow of the reaper
The rotten now await you
To invade you

The shadow of the reaper, the shadow of the dead
Entombs the lifeless
The darkest black is cast
The shadow of the reaper, will you take it hand
The shadow of the reaper, the grave now calls to you

In the cemetary
You have been left unburied
The vultures pick at your eyes

I'm going straight to hell
to burn in flames with the devil
fuck the church and that christian shit
my tombstone's carved with a six six six
i don't care about the lies that you preach
alive to live, not to believe
in a god that i cannot see

after death
after life
in the grave
to never wakle
after death
enter life

in the grave
into the dark
as flesh turns and rots
the blood in my veins doth clot

i'll be smiling as i decompose
as the rats eat my skin and bone
no escape when death comes to call
inside my skull maggots still crawl
from the coffin your world looks so small
the reaper awaits us all

this is the deathklaat

after death
enter life
in the grave
into the dark

The Art Of Headhunting

Chop, chop, chop
off comes the head
I'm on a killing spree, machete in hand
run for your life, run for your life
headhunter
of the
cannibal tribe

The art of headhunting

Hack, hack, hack
the sound of the axe
bone-splitting force
separates head from neck
run for your life, run for your life
spine splits in half as your neck bone now cracks

Meat to rot
from the corpse
maggots feed
as you decompose

I feed on those maggots and feed on your soul

The art of headhunting

Chop, chop, chop
off comes the head
i'm on a killing spree, machete in hand
run for your life, run for your life
headhunter
of the
cannibal tribe

I feed on those maggots and feed on your soul

I take chances thinking of death
i really just wish for it
if it came today i'd kneel down and ask
would you take my soul
away?

take it away, would you take my soul?
take it away...

it comes down to this simple fact
life's not worth living wehen it seems like the end
it seems like the end every day
it seems like the end and i don't want to pray
for forgiveness or for strength
just gonna end this miserable life
it comes down to this simple fact
life's not worth living wehen it seems like the end

this suicide inside
this suicide
this suicide inside
this suicide
this suicide inside
this suicide
this suicide inside
this suicide

your intervenig it made me believe
that i'm alive i'm not better off dead
i'll take my chances
i'm gonna live
and turn the gun on you instead

chop, chop, chop
off comes the head
i'm on a killing spree, machete in hand
run for your life, run for your life
headhunder
of the
cannibal tribe

the art of headhunting

hack, hack, hack,
the sound of the axe
bone-splitting force
seperates head from neck
run for your life, run for your life
spine splits in half
as your neckbone now cracks

meat to rot
from the corpse
maggots feed
as you decompose

I feed on the maggots
and feed on your soul

the art of headhunting

chop, chop, chop, off comes the head
i'm on a killing spree, machete in hand
run for your life, run for your life
headhunter of the cannibal tribe

I feed on those maggots
and feed on your soul

The knife will cut into your flesh soon to be ripped through
Your screams fall on deaf ears, the pain surmounting
It now engulfs you, the terror it builds too
The fear of your own death, a putrid dismemberment
Pools of blood drip from your carcass
Open wounds cleaned with your piss

In feces i drown you choke on the filth of you
Your skin is smeared with shit the knife cuts into it
Your screams fall on deaf ears, the pain surmounting
The fear of your own death, a putrid dismemberment
Pools of blood drip from your carcass
Open wounds cleaned with your piss

See the knife
Cut your flesh
Still alive
But decapitated

Headless stump
Buried deep
Severed legs and arms
And pulled out teeth

Fingers cut off
And toes too
Left in water electrocute
From eye sockets blood does shoot
Gangrene is fed to you

The nightmares have come true,
A violent death is upon you
The pigs will never find you
Ill scatter the pieces of you
Flesh and skin is removed
Every bone, every bone in your body is smashed