Rotten torso lacerations

I found the rotting corpse deep in the valley,
His legs had been pulled off, and the head was shaved,
The villagers had tortured him, and left him to die,
They had lacerated his torso, but I had to finish the job,

Sawing and grinding, contorting and hacking the
Rotten striations until blood leaks out of the
Incisions, it's time to take a step back and
Admire the rotten torso lacerations,

Carving into the thinning flesh, the bonesaw grinding up,
What was left of the body, the limbs lay limp on the ground,
Slicing through the shoulder blade, the blood was seeping out,
The grass was bloodstained red, the vultures came to collect the dead,

Sawing and grinding, contorting and hacking the
Rotten striations until blood leaks out of the
Incisions, it's time to take a step back and
Admire the rotten torso lacerations,

Tonguing the algae inside the wounds, letting slugs in through the cuts,
I ripped off a small piece of his flesh to smoke in a bong,
I kept a sickle safe in my pocket, I pierced the skin under his jaw,
I swung him round by the jaw, then I threw him down a hill,

Sawing and grinding, contorting and hacking the
Rotten striations until blood leaks out of the
Incisions, it's time to take a step back and
Admire the rotten torso lacerations