All Murder

Murder, all guts, all funAll murder, all guts, all funA kick in the head, a gouged out eyeYour intestines explode and your eyeballs popAnd the taste of your blood will drive me onYou see I get what I want, and I want when you bleed'Cause the things I can cause have the seal of the deadIn humanity's fading glowAll Murder, All Guts, All FunWhose little arms encircle me to make me think of loveWhose supple body aims to be a limbless bloody stumpDo you, do you, do you realizeThat I like this thing I amAll murder, all guts, all funBecause I like when chests are torn apartThe way that heads come offAnd the way that art starts to imitate lifeAt the end of a gunAt the edge of a knifeAnd all murder, all guts, all funGoWhose little arms encircle me to make me think of loveWhose supple body aims to be a limbless bloody stumpDo you, do you, do you realizeThat I like this thing I am, come on I'll kill youAll murder, all guts, all funAll murder, all guts, all funAll murder, all guts, all funAll murder, all guts, all funAll murder, all guts, all funAll murder, all guts, all funAll murder, all guts, all funAll murder, all guts, all fun