Cannibal Corpse - Eaten Back To Life lyrics
Tracks 01. Shredded Humans
02. Edible Autopsy 03. Put Them To Death 04. Mangled 05. Scattered Remains, Splattered Brains 06. Born In A Casket 07. Rotting Head 08. The Undead Will Feast 09. Bloody Chunks 10. A Skull Full Of Maggots 11. Buried In The Backyard 01. Shredded Humans Lyrics by Jack Owen and Chris Barnes
Early hours, open road, family of five - on their way home
Having enjoyed a day in the sun, their encounter with gore has just begun A homicidal fool not knowing left from right, now has the family in his sight Trying to perceive if he's blind or insane, He steers his car into the other lane Both of them collide, expressions horrified Head on at full speed, the vultures will soon feed The father of three was impaled on the wheel, As his skull became a part of the dash His eyeballs ejected his sight uneffected, he saw his own organs collapse His seatbelt was useless for holding him back, it simply cut him in two Legs were crushed, out leaked pus as his spinal cord took off and flew The mother took flight through the glass, and ended up impaled on a sign Her intestines stretched from the car down the road for a quarter of a mile Fourth child on the way, won't live another day Fetus on the road, with mangled little bones Little children fly, not a chance to wonder why Smashed against the ceiling, all their skin burning and peeling Shards of glass explode, chest and skull now implode Corpses they've become, and graves will have to be dug Underneath the wheels, burning rubber on your face Bleeding from your eyes, the slaughtered victims lies Knowing what he's done, he just backs up one more time Laughing at the mess, a pile of meat on the street One child left slowly dying now, arteries gushing blood Now it's time to feed on flesh, the gore has just begun Early hours, open road, family of five - on their way home Having enjoyed a day in the sun, their encounter with gore has just begun A homicidal fool not knowing left from right, now has the family in his sight Trying to perceive if he's blind or insane, He steers his car into the other lane The look of death in my eye Surely no-one will survive Just a pile of mush Left to dry in the sun I see my fresh kill Left in the road Remains of your bodies Mangled and torn One child left slowly dying now, arteries gushing blood Now it's time to feed on flesh, the gore has just begun 02. Edible Autopsy Lyrics by Chris Barnes
Wheeled in on a cart, lying dormant not dead
Hospital of immortality, butcher their patients bloody red Taken to a dark room, fear of impending doom The doctor straps you down, with an evil grin Grabs his rusty blade, ripping through flesh and vein He tortures his patients through evil means You can't try to fight them, first they change your brain Beyond the realm of evil, their means are insane Mutilated beyond belief, but still kept alive Pathologist of death gouging out your eyes Guts and blood, bones are broken As they eat your pancreas Human liver, for their diner Or maybe soup with eyes Cause of death, still unknown Gnawing meat, from your bones Bone saw binding in your skull Brains are oozing a human stump Needles injected, through your eyes Puiling off flesh, skinned alive Killing for free in blood they will trust, and they must never forsake Feeding on blood that brought them abound, and they must kill tonight Genocide, suicide, screaming cries, in hell you will die Lying dormant not dead Hospital of immortality, butcher their patients bloody red Taken to a dark room, fear of impending doom The doctor straps you down, with an evil grin Grabs his rusty blade, ripping through flesh and vein He tortures his patients through evil means 03. Put Them To Death Lyrics by Chris Barnes
Evil people with evil minds
Slaughter their victims with ripping knives They should be caught and put to death Strapped to the chair, they should die there Blood spewing from their eyes As you hear their sinful cries Destroy their evil minds We should take their fucking lives They should be caught and punished For what they have done Torture them slowly it would be fun Kill them all off one by one Let them go - no torture them slow Fuck you - and your kind We don't need you, or your lives Execute by injection Execution by electricution Evil people with evil minds Slaughter their victims with ripping knives They should be caught and put to death Strapped to the chair, they should die there 04. Mangled Lyrics by Chris Barnes and Paul Mazurkiewicz
Demolition of bodies, smashed and broken, piles of guts, moist and steaming
Tendons severing, brains are boiling, unburied corpses in state of decay Rotten limbs start to ferment, torso's torn in two Skin ripped off to expose muscle tissue, butchered for human stew Crawl into the cadaver head first, eat your way through the guts The purgent smell of decaying innards is enough to drive you nuts The spleen of the carcass is oozing from your mouth As you chew on the piss filled kidney's Suck the vomit through intestines, leaving nothing but bones Violently cutting, seriously hacking, sounds of death fill the air Bones sticking out, ripped from sockets, blood spurting everywhere Victim lying dead, neck but no head, smearing remains on your own face Violently cutting, seriously hacking, sounds of death fill the air Blistering flesh, another death, stiffened bones, morbid groans Evil mind, brain oozing slime, feel the pain Body weak brain contorting, fluid flowing from your organs Veins torn our, Mangled Festering flesh, quivering cadaver, ligaments stretched around your own neck Drink the pus, Mangled Severed dick, bloody bowels, the gutted corpse now lies hollow Feeding on feces, Mangled Amputated arms, crushing legs, head is ripped right off your shoulders Thrown in a pile, Mangled Limbs rearranged, head on backwards a humongous heap of twisting flesh Sewn together, Mangled - Mangled His knife plunges in your cold battered body Blood seeping through, the jagged wounds he cuts Unbearable pain, give into death Your life slips away, perish in blood Menacing madman mutilating Destroying, disfiguring, dead you'll be Crushing, cracking, killing you Annihilation, desecration Born through modern day science Man has made his last mistake A creature so hideously horrible Leaving nothing to waste Evil has a new face, a mangled horrible face His views are those of death, nothing will stop his lust Slicing victims left to decay, listening to their mortal cries Unhuman, immortal, bestial, now he owns your soul Crawl into the cadaver head first, eat your way through the guts The pungent smell of decaying innards is enough to drive you nuts The spleen of the carcass is oozing from your mouth As you chew on the piss filled kidney's Suck the vomit through intestines, leaving nothing but bones Human converted to beast, the perfect killing machine Psychotic structure of brain tissue, murder his only memory Dependant on death, crushing your head, I'm addicted to blood Chew the decay The weakened man must die, tearing out his insides Smashing all the bones, hear his tormenting groans 05. Scattered Remains, Splattered Brains Lyrics by Jack Owen and Chris Barnes
Prepare to witness a place of gore
Of legal dissection and blood on the floor Carved up corpses, in the corner Sliced up by a psychotic coroner Slice, dice, chop them haphazardly Like laboratory mice, splatter brain matter Pound on the skull until it shatters Hack, slice, chop, carve, rip and tear Carving up your eyeballs, watch them sit and stare Tear, rip, slice, carve, chop, hack Toss them into a sack Tags on bare feet, means a real treat, to the butcher of human meat Slice the throat from ear to ear, gallons of blood do appear Veins exposed, torn from bodies, the most interesting of hobbies To get paid for such a task is more than any man could ask Prepare to witness a place of gore Of legal disection and blood on the floor Carved up corpses, in the corner Sliced up by a psychotic coroner Slice, dice, chop them haphazardly Like laboratory mice, splatter brain matter Pound on the skull until it shatters Hack, slice, chop, carve, rip and tear Carving up your eyeballs, watch them sit and stare Tear, rip, slice, carve, chop, hack Toss them into a sack Ripping, tearing your skin turning red Vile surgeon, knife cutting in Evil doctor death drove him insane 06. Born In A Casket Lyrics by Chris Barnes
Enter the crypts of hell, to impregnate the dead
Fresh burial sight, my hunger grows tonight Undying lust for cadaverous molestation Sights of death building my sensations Ferocious need for decomposing bodies Sex with the dead now I must breed Within the stiff corpse planting my seed The taste of formaldehyde, smell of the rot Suck out the goo, feast on her crotch Raging fires of hell, burning through my soul My love for a dead fuck, I cannot control The child soon will rise, all evil will survive Birth through death The newborn needs a feast, its mother is the meal Chomping on her flesh, his teeth tearing her skin I love to fuck the dead, demons in my head Tearing at my brain Bleeding sores beginning to stench While you lick the festering stump Green infection discharging pus Devour the putrid afterbirth Sex with the dead now I must breed Within the stiff corpse planting my seed The taste of formaldehyde, smell of the rot Suck out the goo, feast on her crotch 07. Rotting Head Lyrics by Jack Owen and Chris Barnes
A quivering pile of useless flesh, locked in a padded cell
Hidden from the prying eyes of curiosity Experimental surgery made him what he is today His head is rotting but his body lives on as a worthless vegetable Unknown to mankind, the incredible power of his mind Hideous heredity, genetic imbalance, resorting to cannibalism A feast begins as the patient's skull is cracked open like a walnut Brains devoured in a frenzied slaughter, thrist for gore nothing more Bile is dripping, pus from wounds, as the coroner drinks it down The sights before your eyes you can't describe A trip through this living hell will rot away your skull Genital lacerating, anal asyphyxiation Blockade of bowel passage, def¥cation, hemmorage Cadaverous mutilation, metamorphial radiation Devourance of arteries, decapitated extremeties Cranial excavation, cerebral liquidation Brain turned to soup, ears are dripping goop Slimy, cozing, dripping pus, torn out fingernails starting to fuse Shredded cartilage victim lies, eye sockets, but no eyes Miles of intestines strewn all about, facial features strickened with gout Hanging bodies dripping with blood, the blackened fluid sinks in the mud A quivering pile of useless flesh, locked in a padded cell 08. The Undead Will Feast Lyrics by Jack Owen, Chris Barnes and Alex Webster
Undead feast, as they tear upon your weak flesh
Terror builds, at the thought of being dead Prophecy of the wisemen of old Now comes true, as the corpses break the soil Ancient spell breaks the sleep of the dead The dead awake, what the populace is fearing Panic strikes as the nations run in fear Oceans boil with blood of human victims Suicide, the only way to avoid being eaten by the undead Grave yards coming alive with zombies, hungry for living flesh Psychotic, transmutated corpses, upsuring the population Sickening disaster of epidemic proportions, devouring us Tables turn as a victim I've become now State of death only waiting to return Vital signs that show I'm dead This can't happen, I'm rising from my own grave Hunger grows not nutritional but instinctual Flesh becomes my only crave of this live Unthinking state, a state of metamorphisis Seeking food to keep me dead Degenerate, a product of man's frustration for his terror Insatiable hunger for mankind, building with each kill Seeking human victims to meet my fill Cannibal I've become, what's happened to my brain Feast on the corpse, suck out his brain As its fluids drip down the drain Chew on the bones, drink from its bladder The vile stench only makes me madder In through the mouth, out the forehead Brains fall out, skin turns red Violent surge, a spear through the skull Felt the urge, now my heart's full I crave gore, I'll eat your guts I love gore, blood drives me nuts I drink blood, I don't like water Intestines my cud, I feast in the slaughter Twist its neck, make it crack Suicide, the only way to avoid being eaten by the undead Grave yards coming alive with zombies, hungry for living flesh Psychotic, transmutated corpses, upsuring the population Sickening disaster of epidemic proportions, devouring us Blood I want to drink, I want to suck Brains I want to eat, the rest I'll chuck Bones into a spear, I'll carve and kill Hunger for the quest, I'll never fill I crave gore, I'll eat your guts 09. Bloody Chunks Lyrics by Chris Barnes
Walking down the street, the smell of death in the air
What a rotting stench My imagination runs wild at what this could be Open up the can to discover a dead body Or what was left of one, pieces in a bag Blood is everywhere what a retched sight Cut up really small by a razor sharp knife Lying in the garbage no one else knows What I have found, what should I do Take it to the police or make it into stew This was an evil commited by the insane Looking down laughing, I am the same The sight of death drives me nuts, I must kill, to control my brain Swept away by my lust to cause pain, mutilation is my only want The evil inside me gives me the strength to kill at will My life is the means to cause death in the most sinister ways I see it in your eyes the fear that keeps me alive I'll take it away, your life will end today I'll leave you to rot, what a sick odor Scream all you want, but you can't stop this horror Tasting your life as I drink your blood Ripping out your insides, chewing on your spleen Dead or living flesh is what I crave I'll kill someone or eat from a grave 10. A Skull Full Of Maggots Lyrics by Chris Barnes
Lying there cold after a torturous death
Your life ended fast you took your last breath Dead in a grave, your final place The maggots infest your disfigured face Pus through your veins takes the place of blood Decay sets in, bones begin to crack Thrown six feet down left to rot Brains oozing black down the side of your broken neck Skull full of maggots They enter your tomb - maggots - beginning to feast - maggots Crawling on you - maggots - now they eat you - maggots Rotting maggots - maggots - infesting your corpse - maggots Parasites of the dead - maggots - now dwell in your head Lying there cold after a torturous death Your life ended fast you took your last breath Dead in a grave, your final place The maggots infest your disfigured face Pus through your veins takes the place of blood Decay sets in, bones begin to crack Thrown six feet down left to rot Brains oozing black down the side of your broken neck 11. Buried In The Backyard Lyrics by Chris Barnes
To kill, is why I live
My God, gives eternal life Slice you, i watch your blood flow Rotten brains, I feed 'till I'm full Pressure building, the body starts to swell The souls of my victims brings me great power Feasting on flesh by the hour Lungs explode as I cave in your chest Probing through your organs - searching for meat Chewing the heart of my kill builds by evil will Bodies emptied of blood to fill my sacrificial chalice I stalk my prey at night, I need to kill tonight To strengthen my evil soul, those that I kill worship me below I am your worst reality, pain and torture of humanity Violent ways of insanity, there is no end to this cruelty In my grasp, I'll kill you fast, I'll send your soul to hell Butchery of Human beings is the only life I know My armies of zombies will inherit the earth, and answer to my spells Mutilated the human race in search for immortals I drag the carcass home, it feels stiff and cold Incantation of the devil to rob it of its soul Consume the lifeless cadaver, I drink your blackened blood Its death flows through my body, indulge in its pain Crucifixion in the cemetery, awakes the dead from their sleep Rising from their graves, to devour the weakened mortals Under my control, I own their tortured souls |