| Gruel |
| Ripped apart limb from limb Neck slit open your blood begins To flow down your neck you die slow Bullets fired and your head explodes Buried alive Maggots eat your eyes From the ground you rise To be crucified Grueled on a T This blows from me No mistake You are a fake Skin is punctured Soul is mangled Be judgemental Soon be strangled Your holes are gaping Everywhere blood staining Dripping till you're bone dry As I laugh at the sky Skin is punctured Soul is mangled Be judgemental Soon be strangled On a cross you're burning Hatred thoughts occuring Lifeless corpses smelling Puss blisters start swelling |
| lyrics by Greg Platt |