Luyện nghe bài hát Fæces Of Death

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

Desiccated I peruse
Your vacuous form is of all life
in motions
As yet another stiff goes under the
in the fluids of the dead
Mucous, blood, and pus
Your abdomen a quagmire of maturating
With preservatives and your innards I flush

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

Incruental - husk
Intubated - a trocar is
ncarnadine - with you'll erupt
Your carcass corrupt
Despumated - ribcage is swabbed
Detumescence - in globs
Devenustated - lost all your charm
In my incapable hands you will come to harm

evacuated torso is stuffed
With soiled toilet tissue, balled into
Diarrhea is with a smile
With my conspurcate concoction, body I defile

Inundated now burst
In excreta, immersed
Your is awash 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, lather of putrefying bungs
Your fetor is with a thrill (I can't protest)
The bouquet matures in my lungs

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

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

Embalmed with septic

Capillaries choked dung
A piss poor excuse for an open funeral
is sunken in
My fetid is laced with gin
Your cadaver on display for the bereaved to