Attomica

Flesh Maniac

Attomica


You keep happy and laughin'
Till the murder get in your way
You can't cry or run fool
The slaghter wants you

You'll see
His knife
In your throat
Blood's runnin'
Death's comin'

The smell of blood and flesh
Pleasures his dirty mind
He squeezes your painfull face

He rips out your eyes
And slices your guts
You're just a dead man
Death is life's cost

Kickin' your body
Full of hate
Using an axe to cut your face