Lord Gore Krash Kourse In Psychopathology Lyrics

Krash Kourse In Psychopathology Lyrics


Drunk on cadaver's reek...
a rotten climax is what I seek.
Earmark the
incision...
for later erotic insertion.

The intestines pinned out so
nice,
shit and blood lube up my vice.
Scalpel, clamps hold her
tight,
I could fuck this gory mess all night

Drunk on cadaver's
reek...
a rotten climax is what I seek.
Earmark the incision...
for
later erotic insertion.

A hopeless necromantic...
slit it open and
stick it in.
For what I lack in skill,
I make up for with gore, rot and
swill.

A cut rate degree...
Psychopathology!
I tend to make a
mess...
Psychopathologist!

For me malpractice makes perfect.
When
I'm sick I'm at my best.
I've incised her and cut her open...
and she's
waiting for me to molest.

Sloughing and rotting and
smelling...
Cunninlingus with maggots and worms...
A professor of
butchery,
a krash kourse in psychopathology.

I tend to make a
mess...
Psychopathologist!
A cut rate
degree...
Psychopathology!

Everybody thrash!