underground death
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Lyrics
Trapped in the desert for hundreds of years
With nothing to eat but their own
They were isolated in the mountains
Until the miners freed them
Now modern man is their food source
A blow to the head and a spear through the throat
They converge on a bleeding body for their feast
Ripping the flesh, cutting tendons
Yards of intestines are drawn from a living target
They cackle in delight as they greedily devour
Organs are fought for and sometimes split in two
They paint their faces, these insane killers
Nuclear testing in the ‘40s fucked with their genes
They come on like ants in a frenzy, hunting for food
Ripping out a fetus and gratefully eating it
The nearest town forms a party with rifles
But bullets hardly stop these mutated cannibals
Busting down doors and smashing through windows
There’s no stopping the mad flesh-eaters
Tearing chunks from screaming citizens
Blood on their hands and faces while they murder
Biting off the fingers of human game
There is chaos in the streets
Stone axes fall on the sheriff and slice him to bits
Raw, red slabs are slashed and passed around
When one dies the others take his meat
And insane war parties take to the desert