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In the company of fellow carrion the deceased seem to come around In the hidden realms of the morgue Contained behind locked doors My thoroughly sound
Your bowels infested - with embryonic mucus Munch the saprogenic entrails - and desecrate the festered stiff Ileum turns into lytic gore - devouring
Shredded, minced and eaten Hacked into red mush Scalped, shattered and drained A tasty, savory lunch Ripped apart and mangled Thrown around with fun Chomping
Tenacious muck, your windpipe holds Larynx numb, on clotted filth you choke Your bloated corpse, a greenish shade of white Flesh slips loose, your view
Mummified sinew resists To the point of exasperation A lengthy submersion seems quite apt Inadequate tools have this solution begat A preparatory
A lustful necrophiliac, your carcass I explore Your suppurating remains, I happily deplore Lymphatic, runny fluid, is a sight I can't resist Ichorous,
My lurking want, for carnal sins Your flesh my desire And to cleanse my violin Your throat I slit And yet I need no help to cure My sanious abuse A single
going to have a party, you and me My little hatchets edge is longing for your skull It wants to see the texture of your brain My surgery's a lark, I'
veils your repugnance but barely Jovially dissecting and disposing of the gore Our brash disposal methods leave you shaken to your core Unauthorized surgeries
Splinters of bone - Flesh turns to mince Sinew & phlegm - Fragments of skin Flesh and muscle stripped Layer by putrid layer Strands of reeking waste
Превод: Општа хирургија. Гостољубив Цорпсе Одлагање Методологија / Опасно кататоничан пресек.
(feat. Wes) Oh you, not you, no way not again, can't trust you, love you, not like i did, confused little kid on the inside right, bruised up past, it
(feat. Wes) Oh you, not you, no way not again, can't trust you, love you, not like i did, confused little kid on the inside right, bruised up past,