Impaled Fces Of Death Lyrics

Fces Of Death Lyrics


Desiccated flesh I peruse, 
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 Sh*t 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