Luyện nghe bài hát Consuming Impulse

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

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

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 source of food

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

gluttony
Culinary pathology, dietary
Consuming
Ingest corpse to be

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

Now a half-eaten torso gorged to the
Piece by piece you are fed the chicest
As the dinner-bell rings your bloody are feverishly licked
At the sight of your own roasted fat turned and 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 with delight
Digesting your with each grotesque bloody bite

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

gluttony
Culinary pathology, dietary
impulse
Ingest your to be

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

your own genitals, choke on your bludgeoned testicles
With a that will not be denied
The sweetest of meats is your soft, teats
That be stuffing your face with tonight

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

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

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

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

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

Autophagous
pathology, dietary butchery
Consuming
Excrete corpse to be