Into the bush, I'm felling the rush
A taste for flesh, to drink the blood that's fresh
Dawn brings the sun, it's time to have some fun
Unsheathe my knife, ready to take a life
Exit wounds
The blade punctures through your weak skin
Blood runs steaming, smeared on my chin
Behold the flesh it makes an awful mess
The wounds have dried now I will take your hide
Remove the head, a trophy of the dead
Not clear to see, it's a human taxidermy
Exit wounds
