canabalistic impulses
suicide on the brain
the smell of gun powder in the air
makes my pecker hard
cannon fire across the way
flesh ripped apart even the fray
the flag covered in blood and dirt
ten men try to take it
and no-one has victory
cookin a man just for the meat
hungry stomach i have now
all the murder all the chaos
makes me a hungry hungry hippo
tearin at the flesh with my teeth
and evil grin comes over me
im filled with power
an essance
char broil the maggots
cut up the captains
all is good for the stew
