Luyện nghe bài hát Fæces Of Death

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

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

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

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

Your evacuated is stuffed
With soiled toilet tissue, into clumps
Diarrhea is imbued a smile
With my conspurcate concoction, your I defile

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

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

Exspiscating - my work take
Exundated - the sutures to break
- the contents are purged
Flesh and fces are

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

Embalmed septic mung

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