Lord Gore Last Supper Lyrics

Last Supper Lyrics


Rotting away, by myself in this cage.
I'm forgotten by time, I've lost
track of how long it's been.
Guts churn with cramps, have not eaten for
days.
Look upon my own flesh, with disgust as I salivate.

I've
survived for days on my own shit, urine and blood.
Nothing left to
consume.
There is no course of action left for me I fear.
Let the Final
Supper begin.

Sickening pain, teeth tearing thru skin,
the crunching
of fat, muscle, sinew now shredded meat.
This makes me sick, rancid gorge
fills my throat,
but I swallow it down, mustn't waste this last
meal.

Now frenzy has begun, masticating my own tongue,
I'm choking,
laughing at my own futility.
Tear my scalp and wolf it down, hair tickling
in my throat
causing me to gag and disgorge it painfully.

What next
to eat? I grope between my thighs
and I scream as I rip at my own turgid
appendage.
Ah but it's sweet! The taste of bitter sperm;
my foul fetid
reek, a bouquet for the banquet.

Fluids draining, vitals waning,
frenzied in this hell sustaining
teeth red scything, maxillating, a feast of
self mutilation.

Now for dessert, I'll extricate my eyes, pop them in my
mouth
still attached to the nerves.
Bursting as I bite, my brain
overloads.
The pain sends my body into shock and then I
die.

Consumption... Be Done.