[Verse I – “the Flayned Remembrance”]
ey dunno wut i wur thunkin...
leevin’ ma hatchling in tha boilin sink...
now i marinate in tha CURSE, now my eyyz gone drippin pink.

blistered by rancor, guilt-sludge, and sorrow spores,
they drip-screech me etern’lly,
can’t wait fer tha cliff—
drippin skulls at tha end o’ tha memory river’s cruelty.

izzit REVENGENCE i be seekin?
or sumone else to bleed for me?
i’m trapped in ma own paradox jar, wanna snap out an’ SCREAM FREE.

mayhaps i oughta scram n’ claw
b’fore they clamp tha meatgear,
won’t be long ‘til i’m danglin... A SLIME-PUPPET on tha FEAR-SPEAR.

[Chorus – “The Slaughter Hymn”]
iiit’z beeeeeeen soooo looooong—
since i saw my larva laugh before it got CHOMP’D
by tha BLISTER-BEAST
an’ tha man behind tha SLAUGHTER’D FEAST.

since yer smell got wiped
i been singin this drippy song at night
just so i cud PONDER
tha sanity o’ yer meat-mum, rottin yonder.

[Verse II – “the Snare of Time”]
i wish i thrived in tha NOW-NOW
wif tha gift o’ past gores,
but tha FUTURE SLITHERZ in
like ten thousand snake-spines in tha floorboards.

yer tiny oculars... yer flesh-glee grin,
is all i ken remember—
those moldy mind-gas leaks
make my skull-HATE boil-temper.

justificrashun iz killin me,
but slicin ain’t ever been right—
wut’d they DO to my little spawn? i’m SHIVVER-BLIND WIF FRIGHT.

it echoes in tha boilin crevice inside my busted thinker,
i’m sorry, my sweet sludge-cub... i wish i been yer shelter from the stinker.

[Chorus – “The Lullaby of the Lost Larva”]
iiiit’z beeeeeen soooooo looooooong,
since i held my spore, before it got gnawed ‘n GONE,
swallowed by tha THING
an’ tha man behind tha SLAUGHTER-KING.

since ya gone vapor,
i been croakin this moldy caper,
so i cud ponder—
tha cracked egg sanity o’ yer CAVEMAW MOTHER.

[Bridge – “Dialogue in Decay”]

MOTHER (sobbing in rust):
“he was just a hatch... just a hatch... he didn’t even know wut tha red light meant...”

FATHER (speaking through a wire-grate lung):
“i saw him vanish into tha maw... an’ all i did was blink. i blinked. i was too late.”

CLOWN-FLESH MONSTER (gleefully gnashing):
“they always scream louder when they recognize the song.”