Luyện nghe bài hát Consuming Impulse

Your dry throat without a saliva to sputter
As your pulpy dehydrated tongue soundlessly
Days without sustenance shackled and fettered
Emaciated torso aches for the warm of flesh

I will make a of you, your hunger I'll sate
Saw off your leg at the knee to put on dinner plate
Try not to wince at the that you feel
As I mince up your to prepare your next meal

Cauterize the gargled wound to stave off the
You should the thought of your repast
Choke down this bitter meal in of your revulsion
Though how long can source of food last?

Keeping yourself alive as you're force-fed own flesh
If you don't eat up, truly dead meat
Legs to stumps, bloody drinks gargled in clumps
In this case you really are you eat

gluttony
Culinary pathology, butchery
Consuming
Ingest corpse to be

Quadriplegic you feed as your is served
not ; want not, though there's not much to conserve
Severed and served upon a platter of splatter
After a the source of the sustenance barely even matters

Now a half-eaten torso gorged to the
Piece by piece you are fed the chicest
As the rings your bloody chops are feverishly licked
At the sight of your own fat turned and browned on a spit

Your own meat in your mouth tastes and internecine
Noxious and moist, you get a taste of your own
Gnashing, pieces of your limbs with
your death with each grotesque bloody bite

What's eating you? The question to moot
Scraping chunks of feet out of your blood-soaked sopping boot
Bash open bones picked clean to at the marrow
As your culinary milieu of options narrows

Autophagous
Culinary pathology, dietary
impulse
Ingest corpse to be

Feeding time comes again, the thorax falls victim to this
Blood, pus and sebum replace wine, and water
Sometimes survival will you an arm and a leg
Your running, red with bits of reeking bloody dregs

Masticate your own genitals, choke on your testicles
With a hunger will not be denied
The sweetest of meats is soft, fatty teats
That I'll be stuffing your face with

Puking up own skin, just to devour it again
Is a you'll save for dessert
meat for your lunch, fibula cracked, drained and crunched
As overstuffed gullet gasps and blurts

Your crudely resected anatomy is a grisly sight
But your stumps once just whet your appetite
Nibbling at the sinews of your bloody forearms and wrists
Devouring your shredded survival in fleshly and meaty bits

Eviscerate yourself to gnaw at own intestines
Bones from severed fingers facilitate haphazard self-dissection
Clutch at grume inside your bowels half-eaten grubby stumps
Pulling out the repugnant meal in grotesque clumps

Remaining fingers prying off succulent gouged out gums
at your stringy cheek lining and masticate your insatiable tongue
But the you ingest in carnivorous abandon
Fall out of the gaping that you have in your intestines

Gnash the meat from avulsed face in a frenzied rush
No genitals, no feet, no legs, no appendage uncrushed
tongue oozes spittle down your face, your hunger
Undiminished, only when partially devoured innards
will this meal at last be finished

Autophagous
Culinary pathology, dietary
impulse
Excrete your to be