Harvest of Flesh by Temple of Void Lyrics

To most; a perfect gentleman
With a charming, winning smile

I live alone on the outskirts of a small town
I seem quiet and harmless
But you’d be dead wrong

Take the bait
Break the ice
It’s the last time you’ll be seen alive

I keep a tight operation
A grisly secret in the basement

Under the dim light
Many horrors to be seen
Suspended bodies dripping entrails
Like an ever-flowing stream
Remove the genitalia;
Jarred and placed on display
Gut the corpse, split the ribs
Peel the fresh flesh away
With the blade, begin to scrape
Carve away the imperfections and veins

Salt the hide
Soak in lime
Tan outside
Stretch to dry
Then decide:
Make a fine
Belt or lampshade?