[Lyric] Stifling Stew (200 Stab Wounds)

Figure out who is who
Bag on face turning blue
Victim of one brain
Trying to distribute pain

Nameless sack to one
Fulfilling for the other
Head left in the bag
Sent to their mother

Slither to another
Stew made out of you

Shelter the spawn
We kill a dawn
Defiling your innocence
It won't be long
Accepting your face
Before its too late

I carry death, I carry hate