The Children's Song Lyrics

I will punch your phalanges
I will lick your diaphragm
Until it is soft enough to be smoothified
With crunchy bits inside
Made from your vertebrae
My molars rape their unliving crustsForgetting Skaro - The Children's Song - http://motolyrics.com/forgetting-skaro/the-childrens-song-lyrics.html
And turn them in to intestines to love
Your heart leaves chunky blood clots on my face
Where I rip off the flesh above your spleen
I slit your eyelids to make paper sheets
To decorate the scene of your skinning