Dead Air from Mincing Reality by Project Sarcophagus

Breathe
Dead air
Choking on the fumes
Expelled by rotting bodies
Corpses lie half consumed
The rest preserved for more
In a forest cabin
There lives a twisted mind
Consumed by insanity
He hunts men to devour

The knife twists and turns
A stalker that developed
A taste for human flesh
They say don’t interfere
Or face a cleaver’s edge
Faceless human victims
Piles in the bog
A bounty on his head
Killings in the fog

Dwelling in the woods
Hiding in the shadows
Striking those alone
Maiming till they’re stiff
All have tried and failed
To silence this one man
His psyche has turned black
Now all he sees is red

Choking on the fumes
Expelled by rotting bodies
Corpses lie half consumed
The rest preserved for more
In a forest cabin
There lives a twisted mind
Consumed by insanity
He hunts men to devour

• Metal
• Technical Brutal Death Metal
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