Project Pitchfork - The Island lyrics

The sun reflects on the red salt water Squirming bodies d**h screams Crunching backbones blinking hooks Laughing people laughing people Again it's time for the slaughtering fiest What a joyful murderous day Do you know what I mean? Hooks ripping flesh Dragging them to the shore With knives they try to reach the hearts Blood pumping out of the wounds Two hours until d**h What a joyful murderous day Do you know what I mean? Blood pumping out of the wounds Finns hitting the water Blinking hooks Two hours until d**h What a joyful murderous day Do you know what I mean? What a joyful murderous day Two hours until d**h Laughing people Again it's time for the slaughtering fiest