Fces Of Death Lyrics
Your vacuous form is devoid of all life, Poetry in motions, As yet another stiff goes under the knife, Soaked in the fluids of the dead, Mucous, blood, and pus. Your abdomen a quagmire of maturating chyme, With preservatives and soaps your innards I flush, Melting organs degenerate into foam, This unctuous melange is disgorged into tureens, Down the drain, your insides wash away, A cold empty shell, the slate is wiped clean Incruental- exsanguinated husk Intubated-a trocar is thrust Incarnadine-with offal you'll erupt Your carcass I'll corrupt Despumated-your ribcage is swabbed Detumescence-in solidifying globs Devenustated-you've lost all your charm In my incapable hands you will surely come to harm Your evacuated torso is stuffed, With soiled toilet tissue, balled into clumps Diarrhea is imbued with a smile, With my conspurcate concoction, your body I defile Inundated arteries now burst, In festering excreta, immersed, Your body is awash in disease, When I'm alone in the morgue, I do as I please Plugs of cotton soak up minor spills (you're quite a mess) The rich, foamy lather of putrefying bungs, Your fetor is inhaled with a thrill (I can't protest) The flatulent bouquet matures in my lungs Exspiscating-my work didn't take Exundated-the sutures proceed to break Exspuition-the contents are purged Flesh and faeces are merged (solo: Full of Shit by SC McGrath) Embalmed with septic mung, Capillaries choked with dung, A piss poor excuse for an open casket funeral Abdomen is sunken in, My foetid breath is laced with gin, Your cadaver on display for the bereaved to mull
Impaled Fces Of Death
