Luyện nghe bài hát Cloacula: The Anthropophabic Copromantik

I to die.
All has dulled in this life
Low standards, sick
feces on my knife

Now accustomed to
Rich in and low in fat
Daily regiment of
The longer the strands as clenches tighter

I've gone
I cannot be reasoned
Human feces i season
Morning eye crust and lint
Bleeding
breaks free from intestinal wall
To on my plate
Or to lubricate when i mate

Ingestion = taking of food in the
Masticate = mixing and churning aids in
Absorption = passage of into the blood and lymph
Defecation = finally I'll eat

Salivate, intake - digest, dilate - defecate, again

In all my of physiological psychology
One is apparent - no thought is unnatural
Such as eating feces, or killing or someone else
Love will always hurt, fortunately, mine in squirts

Anus to anus - I've affixed a between us
A t-joint complete with hose to a mask covering and nose
To master the monroe
No - I've covered all parameters
Of anthropophagic copromania

A taste for
And epithelia
delight
Coprophelic

Copromantik. Anthropophagic. Coprpheliac. Pathomaniac.