Luyện nghe bài hát Fæces Of Death

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

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

Melting degenerate into foam
This unctuous melange is disgorged tureens
Down the drain, your insides wash
A cold empty shell, the slate is wiped

- exsanguinated husk
Intubated - a is thrust
ncarnadine - with you'll erupt
Your I'll corrupt
Despumated - your is swabbed
- in solidifying globs
Devenustated - you've lost all your
In my hands you will surely come to harm

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

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

Plugs of soak up minor spills (you're quite a mess)
The rich, lather of putrefying bungs
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
- the contents are purged
Flesh and fces are

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

Embalmed with septic

Capillaries with 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