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 stiff under the knife
Soaked in the of the dead
Mucous, blood, and pus
Your a quagmire of maturating chyme
With preservatives and your innards I flush

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

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

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

Inundated now burst
In excreta, immersed
Your is awash in disease
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 thrill (I protest)
The flatulent matures in my lungs

Exspiscating - my didn't take
- the sutures proceed to break
Exspuition - the contents are
Flesh and are merged

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

with septic mung

Capillaries with dung
A piss poor excuse for an open casket
is sunken in
My fetid breath is with gin
Your on display for the bereaved to mull