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Splintered Halo - Your Face Is MY Face lyrics

Artist: Splintered Halo

album: The Splintered Minds Asylum


Run outta gas you say?
Drive over yonder, my home's that way!
There you'll meet my family!
Yeah, my Grandma's a corpse, Grandpaw's seen better days
I don't enjoy the killin' but my brothers don't agree
One hitchhikes for fun, the other... well you'll see
Hello there stranger, you look lost!
Wandered into a cannibal holocaust!
I love to hunt, I love to chase
I'll catch you and I'll wear your face
A mask of flesh cut from the bone
That's freshly flayed, carefully sown
Limbs are flying, blood like rain
Humans make the best of game
Rev my chainsaw, carve your meat
You look good enough to eat!
Your face is MY face
And your flesh is my steak
And your skin will be flayed to furnish my home
Your bones for my dogs
And your guts for my hogs
And your blood and your gore all over the floor
I'm just the cook you see
Killin' is nasty, but necessary
Fee fi fo fum!
Oh he's coming for you and you'd better run boy!
Trespass here? Oh you're tempting fate
He'll cut you up and he'll take your face
We all gotta eat and meat ain't cheap! Oh!
Squeal little piggy! Squeal! Squeal little piggy!
We waste not want not, we covet and keep! Oh!
Squeal little piggy! Squeal! Squeal little piggy!
We'll make it quick, so you won't feel it
But you scream and cry, you don't wanna die!
Your face is MY face
And your flesh is my steak
And your skin will be flayed to furnish my home
Your bones for my dogs
And your guts for my hogs
And your blood and your gore all over the floor
You'll do anything you say?
I'd love to save you, honestly!
I don't want you sufferin'
But please understand, you can't get away no!
You have to die, but it'll be humane!
You're only cattle to us, low on the food chain
The skills for slaughter Grandpaw taught
Bash in their brains, or use a rope to choke
Drain a body, tie a knot
Hang them from a hook, cut their fucking throat
Killing is our family way
If you ain't family, you're fair game
Taught to murder
Raised to slay
Your face is MY face
And your flesh is my steak
And your skin will be flayed to furnish my home
Your bones for my dogs
And your guts for my hogs
And your blood and your gore all over the floor
We all gotta eat and meat ain't cheap! Oh!
Squeal little piggy! Squeal! Squeal little piggy!
We waste not want not, we covet and keep! Oh!
Squeal little piggy! Squeal! Squeal little piggy!
We'll make it quick, so you won't feel it
But you scream and cry, you don't wanna die!
I love to hunt, I love to chase
I'll catch you and I'll wear your face
A mask of flesh cut from the bone
That's freshly flayed, carefully sown
Limbs are flying, blood like rain
Humans make the best of game
Rev my chainsaw, carve your meat

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