Luyện nghe bài hát Fæces Of Death

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

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

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

Incruental - exsanguinated
Intubated - a trocar is
ncarnadine - with offal erupt
Your I'll corrupt
Despumated - ribcage is swabbed
Detumescence - in globs
Devenustated - you've all your charm
In my incapable hands you will surely to harm

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

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

Plugs of cotton soak up minor spills (you're a mess)
The rich, lather of putrefying bungs
Your fetor is with a thrill (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 are merged

"Full of Shit" by S.C. McGrath]

Embalmed with septic

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