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This song is by Carnivore and appears on the album Carnivore (1985).

They live beneath the ruined city, call the subways home
Anxiously wait to see the sun, and a land as of yet unknown
Gone below to escape the death of the nuclear winter
Ice and darkness, due penance for the sinners

Six generations, two hundred years later
Their ancestors crawl from their holes
Struggling, frightened and barely surviving
They're tired of living like moles
Up on the surface, a fate worse than dying
Meeting the end of the food chain
Teeth yielding pain

I sense that living human beings dwell below my feet
An important source of protein, you are what you eat
Post-Armageddon, neo-barbaric, the nuclear warriors do battle
To satiate our hunger, we breed human beings as cattle

Hunting in packs, ready for the attack
We eat our prey raw, rabid animals
Frothing and ripping the carcass
Stripping our own: yes, we're cannibals
Eat or be eaten, beat or bebeaten
I am on my life, rest assured, a predator

Broken splintered bones, boiling blood
Torn and bleeding skin
Blackened, burning flesh, melting fat
Amputated limbs
Eviscerated, lungs torn out
Heart ripped from the chest
Decapitated, a meal of vagina and breasts

Eyes plucked from sockets, gaping holes
Through which peek the brains
Phlebophilia, love of blood
Life spills from the veins
I detect the scent of prey by her menstruation
You have been chosen, the main course

Bon appétit!


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