Perhaps - which "Francis Bacon" painting are you referring to? I think this animation style is more akin to - David Firth's "Salad Fingers"... Perhaps they derived inspiration from a similar source.

Elaborate?

*Here's the lyrics, so now there's something else you can't let the gang know you fuck with! You're welcome, btw!* _[it's okay, you can say naughty words here - everyone's too busy conquering the cunt & slaying their offspring, anyway - it's the season of the harvest here, indefinitely]_ 🔻🔻🔻 ·•LYRICS•· [verbatim] · Ruins of monuments and foetal carcasses line the *CON-TI-NENTS* *CON-TIN-U-OUS-LY* crawling from the mouth of the abyss, *MY MINIONS,* viciously ingesting • They've come to conquer the cunt and slay their offspring Harvesting their land of putridity, harnessing its treacherous essence Aroused by the extermination: _I, The Apocalypse Inseminator_ Bow to my infesta-*TION! THE ERA OF INFANT ANNIHILATION!* • The stench of faeces and fertile flesh drifts across the dawn horizon The moist skin of foetuses gleam as the Sun peaks through the darkness The mist lingering over the lakes, now cesspools of human remains, Clears to reveal a mountainous landscape of piled cadavers • Perched upon my throne: foetal limbs falling from my teeth Slaved harlots by my side, sliding down my colossal cock The conveyor belt descending the monolithic manor bearing birth-spawn-of-I, The Elysian Grandeval Galèriarch • Perched upon my throne: foetal limbs falling from my teeth, The mist lingering over the lakes, now cesspools of human remains, Clears to reveal a mountainous landscape of piled cadavers • The last great _pha-raoh_ to this bloodline of rape A ruinous _prop-he-cy_ of blasphemous paedophilic triumph We _free-ly fon-dle_ and defile *THE* _des-perate de-scen-dants_ *_[!!!THEE!!!.. ahh]_* The angelic servants: disfigured and maimed beyond all recognition or hope Behold these fragile boys― • They've seen too few winters to form their own regret, But their pain and desperation is hideously apparent • The stench of faeces and fertile flesh drifts across the dawn horizon The moist skin gleams as the Sun peaks through the darkness *BEHOLD! - BLASPHEMIAN!!!* · *IN-FANT AN-NI-HIL-A-TION!*

Your Salad Fingers

Tech Deathcore

Them Salad Fingers!

Try "Ten Bodies Hanging" by Gnaw Their Tongues.