Luyện nghe bài hát Consuming Impulse

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

I will make a meal of you, your hunger 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 calf to your next meal

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

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

gluttony
Culinary pathology, dietary
impulse
Ingest corpse to be

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

Now a half-eaten torso gorged to the
by piece you are fed the chicest cuts
As the dinner-bell rings bloody chops 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 limbs with
Digesting your death with each bloody bite

eating you? The question seems to moot
Scraping chunks of your out of your blood-soaked sopping boot
Bash open picked clean to suckle at the marrow
As your culinary milieu of inexorably 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 with of reeking bloody dregs

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

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

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

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

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

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

Autophagous
pathology, dietary butchery
Consuming
Excrete your to be