Concentrate Living

The pigs

Downtown live

In the thick

Thicket

If I had a

Knife I'd just

Want to stick

It

Overweight women when

They sweat I

Can't take it

If I had a fork

I'd just want to

Stick it

The living dead down-

Town live in

The thicket

I live in under-

Ground cities

Forced down

To do your

Bidding

I want to

Break this

Prison

Squashed

Chaos and

Concentrate

Living

The pigs down-

Town live in the

Thick thicket

If I had a knife

I'd just want to

Stick it

Stick 'em

Blood ceremony

Kick 'em

My territory

Kill them

Death matri-

Mony

Slicing off a

Shade of skin

Appeases the

Ghosts and

Ghouls within

Prisoner of

Pain

Shall I awake

From this

Inane

Lying in this

Crib tomorrow

'Till then I'll

Bide my time in

Sorrow