Luyện nghe bài hát Fæces Of Death

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

Desiccated flesh I
Your vacuous form is devoid of all
in motions
As yet another stiff goes under the
Soaked in the of the dead
Mucous, blood, and pus
Your abdomen a quagmire of chyme
With preservatives and soaps your innards I

Melting organs into foam
This unctuous melange is disgorged tureens
Down the drain, insides wash away
A cold empty shell, the is wiped clean

Incruental - exsanguinated
Intubated - a trocar is
ncarnadine - with offal you'll
Your carcass I'll
Despumated - your ribcage is
- in solidifying globs
Devenustated - you've all your charm
In my incapable you will surely come to harm

Your torso is stuffed
With soiled tissue, balled into clumps
is imbued with a smile
With my conspurcate concoction, your I defile

Inundated now burst
In excreta, immersed
Your body is in disease
When I'm alone in the morgue, I do as I

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

Exspiscating - my work take
Exundated - the sutures to break
- the contents are purged
Flesh and fces are

"Full of Shit" by S.C. McGrath]

Embalmed with septic

Capillaries choked dung
A piss poor excuse for an casket funeral
is sunken in
My fetid breath is laced gin
cadaver on display for the bereaved to mull