Autopsy - Children of the Filth lyrics
[Autopsy - Children of the Filth lyrics]
Out amongst the nothing, a retreat
The air is dead and stale, the mist it creeps
A filthy, stinking child in rags await
How where you to know she was the bait
You're gonna die!
You stop to help the wretched little thing
When more emerges with stick and
Rocks and painful offerings
You're beaten
Whipped and forced to your demise
Your death is witnessed by a band
Of cruel and vicious eyes
Children of the filth
Born to rot, raised in ruin
Delighting in their kills
And they are not alone
Your loved ones come to find
When they go looking for you
And then they'll loose their minds
In a rancid cave where
Lies the grotesquerie bizarre
With live ones behind bars
Cocks and breasts and faces torn
Are strewn across the ground
While inbred naked freaks
Consume with animalistic chewing sounds
Lead: Cutler
One by one your "saviors" are consumed
Their brains defiled
Their bones made into weapons foul and true
There's sick rejoicing for
The twisted beasts
A severed head stares onward
While excrements are released
Children of the filth
Born to rot, raised in ruin
Delighting in their kills
The air is dead and stale, the mist it creeps
A filthy, stinking child in rags await
How where you to know she was the bait
You're gonna die!
You stop to help the wretched little thing
When more emerges with stick and
Rocks and painful offerings
You're beaten
Whipped and forced to your demise
Your death is witnessed by a band
Of cruel and vicious eyes
Children of the filth
Born to rot, raised in ruin
Delighting in their kills
And they are not alone
Your loved ones come to find
When they go looking for you
And then they'll loose their minds
In a rancid cave where
Lies the grotesquerie bizarre
With live ones behind bars
Cocks and breasts and faces torn
Are strewn across the ground
While inbred naked freaks
Consume with animalistic chewing sounds
Lead: Cutler
One by one your "saviors" are consumed
Their brains defiled
Their bones made into weapons foul and true
There's sick rejoicing for
The twisted beasts
A severed head stares onward
While excrements are released
Children of the filth
Born to rot, raised in ruin
Delighting in their kills