Luyện nghe bài hát Fæces Of Death

[music - Sean McGrath and del Muerte]
- Sean McGrath]

Desiccated flesh I
vacuous form is devoid of all life
Poetry in
As yet another goes under the knife
in the fluids of the dead
Mucous, blood, and pus
Your abdomen a of maturating chyme
With and soaps your innards I flush

Melting organs degenerate foam
This unctuous melange is disgorged into
Down the drain, your wash away
A cold shell, the slate is wiped clean

Incruental - husk
Intubated - a is thrust
ncarnadine - with offal you'll
Your carcass corrupt
- your ribcage is swabbed
Detumescence - in globs
- you've lost all your charm
In my incapable hands you surely come to harm

Your torso is stuffed
With soiled toilet tissue, into clumps
Diarrhea is imbued a smile
With my conspurcate concoction, body I defile

arteries now burst
In festering excreta,
Your is awash in disease
I'm alone in the morgue, I do as I please

Plugs of cotton soak up minor spills (you're a mess)
The rich, foamy of putrefying bungs
Your is inhaled with a thrill (I can't protest)
The flatulent bouquet in my lungs

Exspiscating - my didn't take
Exundated - the sutures to break
Exspuition - the are purged
and fces are merged

[solo: "Full of Shit" by S.C.

Embalmed with septic

Capillaries choked dung
A piss excuse for an open casket funeral
Abdomen is in
My breath is laced with gin
Your cadaver on for the bereaved to mull