Here is a song I wrote when I was on a mindless gore kick when I was 16. Thank you much, Carcass! I laughed throughout this song while I was writing it, as I recall, but I also thought it was clever. Looking through it again, I no longer find it clever in the least, but I still laughed my ass off while reading it, mostly for the cheese factor. Looking at the person you used to be 4 years prior can often be an embarrasing, humbling, and humorous experience.

Since I no longer intend to use these lyrics for any purpose, I can now share them with impunity. I hope you find this as funny as I did. I christened this jackassterpiece "Chunks of Flesh".

Strapped down on my table now
There's nowhere you can go
You will feel death taking you
Your name is now John Doe

Heads are severed, limbs are diced
Bones are cracked in two
The skull is ground into white dust
There's nothing left of you

Chunks of flesh strewn about
Littering the room
Organs lying on the floor
In this wretched tomb

Labratory in the woods, your eyes cannot see
What is going on inside, experiments by me
How long can a man survive submerged in acid lime?
Completely sound-proof and sealed off, you know not of my crimes
Terrified, eaten alive in the vat of doom
Buried alive for a day, the man is then exhumed
How long does a body twitch when I slice off the head?
Decapitated corpses lie, once living now are dead

Legs are slowly torn apart, you scream but are not heard
Castrated with no anesthesia, crying is absurd
No one's gonna save you now, you now belong to me
You're gonna die a painful death, and I am filled with glee

Pieces taken of your flesh while you're still alive
You wish death would take you now, but I force your life to thrive
I want to look you in your eye as I torture you
Bound and cuffed, missing fingers, there's nothing you can do!

Another victim falls to me as he floats in formaldehyde
Drowning slowly, he can't breathe as he struggles to survive
Gasping for air, there is none there, his lungs are soon collapsed
His pickled body will be preserved, eaten for dinner, perhaps...

The forceps rip chunks of the carcass apart and I throw them haphazardly
The skeleton lies void of skin and flesh, just organs laying free
Slump to the floor, dripping red blood, the table's forever stained
The bones are hammered into mash, my bloodlust uncontained

Strapped down on my table now
There's nowhere you can go
You will feel death taking you
Your name is now John Doe

Heads are severed, limbs are diced
Bones are cracked in two
The skull is ground into white dust
There's nothing left of you

Chunks of flesh strewn about
Littering the room
Organs lying on the floor
In this wretched tomb

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Actually I think edited right it would may a decent song. Is cheesey though I stuff up like that when I'm bored.

"His pickled body will be preserved, eaten for dinner, perhaps..."

That line tickled me!! That was great.
Hey, you had good meter in it and the rhyme scheme was good. I don't think I'd knock it too much. It might not be a really heavy blood and guts thing, but it was pretty good.

It's good to see how you grow writingwise and relive memories. That's one of the reasons I like to write so much.

Thanks for sharing it. Oh yeah, the "jackassterpiece" word. Did you come up with that? That's rich! I love it!

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You've sent me some of your old gore lyrics long time ago. i wouldn't be surprised if you've sent me that same song before. the line about the pickled body sounds so familiar

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It has to be the same song. I wouldn't have used such a strange phrase twice.

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Reminds me of Rigor Mortis. They're actually back together and have a website now. Send it to them and demand royalties!!!