Jungle Rot - Exit Wounds


Into the bush, I'm felling the rush

A taste for flesh, To drink the blood that's fresh

Dawn brings the sun its time to have some fun

unsheathe my knife, ready to take a life

Exit wounds

The blade punctures through your weak skin

Blood runs steaming, smeared on my chin

Behold the flesh it makes an awful mess

The wounds have dried now I will take your hide

Remove the head a trophy of the dead

Not clear to see, its an human taxidermy

Exit wounds

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