Bodies

One two
three four
bodies stacked up on the floor
five six
six six
more bodies thrown in a ditch

Carving up a mannequin
I sit here by myself
talking to the spirits
there for me and no one else
whispering these things
while I'm locked up in this cell
they gave me a throne
in my own private hell
thinking about the bodies
cuz I can't stand the smell
piece of scattered all over
the home in which I dwell
I can hear the heartbeat
of at least about twelve
so it's time I grab my sickle
and I start restocking shelves

Out into the streets
to escape the heartbeats
I need to make them stop
or I'll never catch a wink
chasing down a victim
then wrap them in a sheet
another body down
and my body counts increased
I'm running out of places
to store all the deceased
I think somebody found us
and called the police
there's sirens at my home
and it's disturbing the peace
so I got the mother fuck
and I called it bacon grease

One two
three four
bodies stacked up on the floor
five six
six six
more bodies thrown in a ditch

Found another spot
with new places to store
bodies rotten
to the core
hanging on a meat hook
or underneath the boards
one abandoned
mental ward
so much fuckin space
many bodies I can hoard
to form my carcass Kingdom
and I'm the overlord
some may call it sick
but by my subjects I'm adored
now my stock is running low
so I'm off to get some more

One two
three four
bodies stacked up on the floor
five six
six six
more bodies thrown in a ditch