I see their childish figures The way they dance and play I hear the young ones laughing I have to turn away I want to see them screaming Their blood and organs spill I want to slaughter fillies I feel this need to kill They’re broken and stinking of flesh Kill only to the pure ones are left The pureness of a dying breath Ripped apart, only bits left Their screams as I cut them to bits Weeds feed from the piss and the shit Kill the birds with the broken wings Only then its young can fly In my garden Crushing bones and spilling organs My flowers flourish Kill the weak so the strong can live In my garden Crushing bones and spilling organs My flowers flourish The dancing bags of flesh So weak that there’s no hope left The sweet crack of their bones There’s no way they’re going home Eyes bulge as a skull is crushed Blood spills as urine gushes Close to death their bowels flushes As they scream out Their pitiful screams for misery Knife used to cut their throat They’re choking to death on their own blood Their skin is peeled back to show innards A twitch and moan shows they’re alive Disemboweled in front of their eyes Disgusting weak piece of shit Kill until there’s no one left In my garden Crushing bones and spilling organs My flowers flourish Kill the weak so the strong can live In my garden Crushing bones and spilling organs My flowers flourish One, two The bell chimes for you Three, four Slaughtered before you leave the door One, two The bell chimes for you Three, four No more… In my garden Crushing bones and spilling organs My flowers flourish Kill the weak so the strong can live In my garden Crushing bones and spilling organs My flowers flourish Their pitiful screams for misery Knife used to cut their throat They’re choking to death on their own blood Their skin is peeled back to show innards A twitch and moan shows they’re alive Disemboweled in front of their eyes Disgusting weak piece of shit Kill until there’s no one left