Trocar Lyrics

Trocar lyrics


Impacted tissue is riddled with clots 
Morbidly studying your gross
anatomy 
Perinium is sullied with moldering pus 
A mass of gelatinized
forensick liquidity 
Locating my trocar, the tool of my trade 
Emaciated
fingers nimbly find what I need 
Desiring the gavage, I hastily optate 

Into your chest intercalated as your innards I bleed... 
Muscle tissue
rips, my needle drips 
Proceeding with my work, I'm an insensitive jerk...


Acid from your stomach is disgorged with a splat 
Liquid offal
gargles in your throat 
Embalming tubes occluded with clumps of rotting fat

Decaying larval brine is force fed until you choke... 

Impaled on a
spike, internal organs are sucked 
Mellifluent gore by the buckets is
drained 
Pernicious bilge is pumped from your gut 
Acidic bacteria now
mangle your brain... 

Lactating pus 
Eructating guts 
Decorticated
stiff 
I take another sniff... 

Macerated veins are with a trocar
dislodged 
Playing host to my probe, your pelvis now sprays 
Abdominal
saliva is splattered from your anus 
Lathering my needle; your ignominious
remains 
Easing the point into delicate flesh 
Declension with steel is
sublimely enmeshed 
Irrigated fluids cake the porcelain slab

Methodically invaginated with bromidic scabs... 

Pus, from your
veins, is tapped 
A bloody awful mess, your corpse is bloodless

Lancinated gore is sapped 
Exenterated sot, your withered cadaver will
rot... 

Decaying on the slab 
I take another stab... 

(solo: 
“The Mortician’s Sword� by Ld Muerte) 

(solo:  “Lachrimose
Germentation� by SC McGrath) 

Muscles are imbued with a gelatinous mix

Prepatent secretions from your bowel make me sick 
A redolent mephitis
maturates in the guts 
Laughing at your humor as it seeps from the cuts

Ensmultified with larvae, your carcass is replete 
Drawn and quarted in
a morgue as innards I delete 
Ichor is liquesced and from veins gladly
pumped 
My nocturnal vocation has my colleagues quite stumped...


Packed in a coffin full of salt 
An acrid scent seeps from the box

Lye is applied as the earth is fed 
Ensconced in a tomb, for you are
quite… 

Dead...