chop, chop, chop

off comes the head

i'm on a killing spree, machete in hand

run for your life, run for your life

headhunder

of the

cannibal tribe



the art of headhunting



hack, hack, hack,

the sound of the axe

bone-splitting force

seperates head from neck

run for your life, run for your life

spine splits in half

as your neckbone now cracks



meat to rot

from the corpse

maggots feed

as you decompose



I feed on the maggots

and feed on your soul



the art of headhunting



chop, chop, chop, off comes the head

i'm on a killing spree, machete in hand

run for your life, run for your life

headhunter of the cannibal tribe



I feed on those maggots

and feed on your soul