Carnivore - Body Count

I roam the streets at night, stalk my prey

Watch your back, nobody’s safe

You won’t make it to the grave

You can scream, you won’t be saved

Just the echoes, cries and moans

All I leave is blood and bones

Closer to death, considered fresh

I crave for the taste of flesh

Carnivorous, and it’s God will

For me to live I have to kill

Sacrifices made each week

Strip the carcass, eat the meat

Digest these bones, kill, repeat

Digest these bones, kill, repeat

As savage as this all may seem

I am called a human being

Carnivore

Carnivore

Carnivore

Carnivore

Bloodthirsty, some may say

I have always been this way

Watched my mother clean a fish

Gut a chicken, make a dish

I eat life to stay alive

Even plants are still alive

Carnivorous, I don’t lie

Beware of me, I will survive

Carnivore

Carnivore

City streets are my domain

Gut the victims, bleed the veins

Nightly news gives my report

Sometimes I just kill for sport

Black or white, I have no race

Double barrel to your face

Leave you lying on your back

I am known to roam in packs

Ever since the birth of man

Humans died by human hands

Swords, bullets, guns and knives

Armies, countries, gangs and tribes

Barbaric wars of mega death

Animals that stand erect

Murder and we lust for more

Yes, I am a carnivore