Luyện nghe bài hát Fæces Of Death

[music - Sean McGrath and Leon del
[lyrics - Sean

flesh I peruse
Your vacuous is devoid of all life
Poetry in
As yet another stiff goes 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 degenerate into foam
This melange is disgorged into tureens
Down the drain, insides wash away
A cold empty shell, the is wiped clean

- exsanguinated husk
Intubated - a trocar is
ncarnadine - offal you'll erupt
Your I'll corrupt
Despumated - your is swabbed
- in solidifying globs
Devenustated - lost all your charm
In my incapable hands you surely come to harm

Your evacuated torso is
With toilet 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
I'm alone in the morgue, I do as I please

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

Exspiscating - my work didn't
Exundated - the sutures proceed to
Exspuition - the contents are
Flesh and fces are

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

Embalmed with mung

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