The Specimen lies there on the stone   Fluids bubbling from his nose   Tongue protruding from his mouth   Eyes all swollen popping out   Slice him open across his throat   Cut through muscle tissue and bone   Crimson blood spills on me   One more twist his head comes free      Cut in pieces, sealed up in packs   Hacked in the back and dumped in a sack      Cutting off the rotting palms   Wrap them up tight, put them in jars   Score from chest to pubic bone   Pull apart and cover your nose   Take out the stomach kidneys & liver   Serve up fried for a dainty dinner   Split the diaphragm under the ribs   Find the lungs, put your hands in      Cut in pieces, sealed up in packs   Hacked in the back and dumped in a sack      Hang the body in the shed   Using meat-hooks through the legs   Catch the blood as it drips from the stump   Like the others from the past   The naked belly, full of cysts   Smells so good, I cant resist   I know inside this ones the best   As I eat the rotting chest