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Flesh falls from bone, rotten sinew
Hanging from hooks,blood drains from you
Your skull is smashed, brain is removed
I used an ice cream scoop, to get the goo
Arm chair, exactly that, not very comfortable as a matter of fact
Bones, instead of lumber, you were right to be afraid to slumber
Spine and ribs, a coat rack, practical and disturbing, his name was Jack
Bone, Carpenter
Skin Sepertist
Bone,Carpenter
I am an artist!
Arm chair, exactly that, not very comfortable as a matter of fact
Bones, instead of lumber, you were right to be afraid to slumber
Spine and ribs, a coat rack, practical and disturbing, his name was Jack
Stripped your skin, peeling with force
Gouging your eyes, for the main course
Building from bones, new front doors
You feel much pain, in every pore
Arm chair, exactly that, not very comfortable as a matter of fact
Bones, instead of lumber, you were right to be afraid to slumber
Spine and ribs, a coat rack, practical and disturbing, his name was Jack
Bone, Carpenter
Skin Sepertist
Bone, Carpenter
I am an artist!
Arm chair, exactly that, not very comfortable as a matter of fact
Bones, instead of lumber, you were right to be afraid to slumber
Spine and ribs, a coat rack, practical and disturbing, his name was Jack
Blood drains, In the shower
You won't survive another hour
Part of my house, you have become
Bone white landscape, when i am done