Drag Up The Horses

Drag up the horses and rip them to their shreds.

I want to rip your fucking guts out with a knife and chisel.

Let me take your bowels out and wear them as a necklace. Look!

Your testicles are getting crushed in the great big fucking grinding machine.

Your eyeballs are squeezed until the jelly catches the toes.

Your feet become as ice, bitten to their shit.

Your nose becomes as a cunt, ripped open like a whore’s ass.

Your cheeks are slit to shreds and shreds,

Blood and more blood lying in slices.

Maggots gallantly rip away at your brain.

Your heart is sucked dry by fiendish flies.

Look at your testicles! In pieces on the floor,

Like cracked nuts at Christmas. Someone clean up the shit!

Diarrhoea spouting out like a fountain of blood.

Worms in your shit, enjoying your guts.

Broken glass, showered in splinters,

All over you. Just look at the splinters!

All the ripped skin and pierced guts, genitals too.

Sharp bits of glass are attacking you.

Clitoris bleeds, not much of it left.

No chance for kids; not much cunt left.

What happened to your ass? I can’t see it anymore.

All I see is blood and shit caking the floor.

Bare bones are ripping through.

Someone tell me what the fuck is happening to you?

Why are your guts hanging out everywhere?

Is that your liver? Get it off my stair!

I’ve seen a brain before, man, but never from the inside.

Be nice, would you? Why are you so selfish?

Other people have got problems too, keep it to yerself!

All I fucking hear is you, you, you!

What’s so special about you?

You’re just a rotting piece of shit.

You’ll be dead soon anyway.

So shut it.

Fucker.