The basement incinerator   Is where they'll put the head   Hose the floor and clean the room   Anywhere they bled      Into boxes go the bags   Fill the space with rocks   In the dark of night   He throws them off the docks      Rotting in the river   Never to be found   Under tons of concrete   Deep beneath the ground      From behind, he grabs his mouth   The blade goes to his neck   Bulging veins pumping blood   He struggles to protect      If you don't cut open the stomach   The corpse will rise and float   The victim is discovered dead   Rotting organs bloat      The killer chops the body   With a scalpel and an axe   The parts are then drained   And put into the sacks      Grab the neck, slit the throat, take the life   Hang the corpse, prepare to drain the blood   Bone saw, meat cleaver, filleting knife   Carve the corpse, dissect him in the tub      Smash the teeth, slice off scars, crush the bones   With a crowbar scrape off all tattoos      If you don't cut open the stomach   The corpse will rise and float   The victim is discovered dead   Rotting organs bloat      The killer chops the body   With a scalpel and an axe   The parts are then drained   And put into the sacks      Chunks of a skull   Sawn in half bones   Body is found   Killer unknown