Luyện nghe bài hát Consuming Impulse

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

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

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

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

Autophagous
pathology, dietary butchery
Consuming
your corpse to be

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

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

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

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

gluttony
Culinary pathology, butchery
impulse
Ingest your to be

Feeding comes again, the thorax falls victim to this slaughter
Blood, pus and sebum wine, whiskey and water
Sometimes survival cost you an arm and a leg
Your spittle running, red bits of reeking bloody dregs

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

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

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

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

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

Gnash the meat your 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
Prolapse will meal at last be finished

Autophagous
Culinary pathology, butchery
Consuming
your corpse to be