Luyện nghe bài hát Fæces Of Death

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

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

Melting organs degenerate into
This melange is disgorged into tureens
Down the drain, your insides away
A empty shell, the slate is wiped clean

- exsanguinated husk
Intubated - a trocar is
- with offal you'll erupt
Your carcass corrupt
- your ribcage is swabbed
Detumescence - in solidifying
- you've lost all your charm
In my incapable hands you will surely to harm

Your torso is stuffed
With toilet tissue, balled into clumps
Diarrhea is imbued with a
With my conspurcate concoction, your body I

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

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

Exspiscating - my work didn't
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 poor excuse for an open casket
Abdomen is in
My breath is laced with gin
Your cadaver on for the bereaved to mull