Luyện nghe bài hát Consuming Impulse

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

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

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

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

Autophagous
Culinary pathology, butchery
Consuming
Ingest your to be

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

Now a torso gorged to the glut
Piece by you are fed the chicest cuts
As the dinner-bell rings your bloody are feverishly licked
At the sight of your own fat turned and browned on a spit

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

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

gluttony
Culinary pathology, dietary
Consuming
Ingest corpse to be

Feeding time comes again, the thorax falls victim to slaughter
Blood, pus and sebum replace wine, whiskey and
Sometimes will cost you an arm and a leg
Your spittle running, red with of reeking bloody dregs

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

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

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

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

Remaining fingers prying off your succulent gouged out
Gnaw at your stringy cheek and masticate your insatiable tongue
But the pieces you ingest in carnivorous
Fall out of the gaping that you torn in your intestines

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

Autophagous
Culinary pathology, dietary
Consuming
Excrete corpse to be