Lyrics - Rip It by Dead Infection

The sound of the breaking bones
Smell of fresh, warm flesh
You catch your victim
Feast of the slaughter
His empty eyesockets excrete remains of brain
Like a soulless butcher you destroy element of life
Like a professional surgeon you cut tissue of this life
It's masterpiece, detailed operationeviscerated victims you caught feel nothing

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