The Skinning Pit

We are bipedal locusts, we are a walking disease,
A fucking blight upon this Earth, we don't deserve to survive as a species!
Die, screaming!
Know, suffering!
As the knife starts to carve, flesh is peeled from your bones.
Meat and tendons extracted, the air laden with groans!
Kneeling in your own piss and shit, before you're thrown into the pit!
Die, screaming!
Know, suffering!
Try to survive, sense deprived.
Climb and scrape, fight and rape!
Pain you'll learn, clawing for breath,
Senses burn, yearning for death!
How does it feel, to be skinned alive?