Slaughterhouse, Pt2 Lyrics - Mortician

Deserted house of morbid death 

Chopped up bones and rotting flesh 

All that enter will be killed 

Cleaver splits your head in two 

Grinding up flesh 

Blood splattered death 

Corpses hang from sharp tell hooks 

Gutted, skinned, prepared to cook 

Deranged fuck squashes your head 

Laughing while you writhe in death 

Hacking off limbs 

Screaming victims