Franky in the Fridge Lyrics

Ice picks are shoving through your feet
You're screaming to stop for me it's where I begin
a** fluid dripping to the floor
Once I hacked flesh i crave for more
Spooned out eyeballs hang attached
Into sockets of skinless head
I eat dead people - dead people!

Drained body trembling on the soil
Legs severed off peeled off to boil
Last act is a cough of blood
Still you're not dead i must go on
Expose your rib cage to the bone
The gut wrench will strike ... Its final blow
I eat dead people - I eat dead people..
Dead people - must eat dead people!

Next you're dead, removed from all skin
tormented, headless and soft
I must tenderly blowtorch you
Removing all hairs from the torso
Lie divided, chunks on a block
As sudden all bleedings have stops
I'm commencing the butchering
So accurate i've never chopped

Prepared whole body, for consumption
In a little fridge
I see your name was Franky, tattoo is still showing
I will taste this, now!

As I grind your bones to chalk dust
Mincing leftovers for the cauldron
You'd never thought this could happen
Ending on a plate, it must have been your faith