HUNG AND BLED
Alex Webster

Trying to conceal his murders the 
Maniac 
Stabs the heart 
Stops the flow 
Cleaning up the blood's a problem he 
Now solves 
Hooks through heels 
Hung and bled 

Corpses are suspended by their feet 
Swaying dripping bloody piece of meat 
Fastened to the ceiling leaking gore 
Splashing down to the floor 

Congealing fluids fester the stench 
Revolting septic [bad word] 
Putrid slop 
Licks the surface of his dungeon 
[bad word] meal 
Rancid feast live on death 

Corpses dangle lifeless gray and cold 
Rotting flesh the meat hooks lose their 
Hold 
Stenching body falls onto the ground 
Bones and flesh form a mound 

Sanguinary killer will not stop 
Hanging dead replacing those that drop 
Blood he drinks like wine their flesh 
His bread in his maw dripping red 
Hung and bled 

Oozing blood the butcher's victims 
Soak the concrete 
Putrefy 
Halls of dread 
Draped with death 
Ornate crimes 
Stalactites made of flesh 
Festooned with innards 
Gaining life 
Sentient place, the stone walls 
Breathe 
Hungry soul 
It can think 
genuine living [bad word] 
Created by 
The butcher he lost control 
Owner and property change their roles 
Constantly feeding the gluttonous room 
He [bad word] the chamber 
Now it's his tomb 

Hung by their feet 
Drained of blood 
Swallowed by death 
Greed of this place 
Bodies 
Decay, devoured by evil 
Slave to this [bad word] 
He creates 
Undying 

[solo: pat]

Corpses are suspended by their feet 
Swaying dripping bloody piece of meat 
Fastened to the ceiling leaking gore 
Splashing down to the floor 
Corpses he suspended turning pale 
All the blood drained into his grail 
Fastened to the ceiling dry and dead 
Fluids of life have been shed 
Hung and bled