Lord Gore Last Supper (the Autophagous) Lyrics

Last Supper (the Autophagous) 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.