Luyện nghe bài hát Night Soil

music - del Muerte
- Ross Sewage

A new coproph-age, by I am plagued
Inhaling the flatulence which I am rife
to be undone by my own dung
The day of the rest of my life

Swimming in refuse and the cess
Overwhelmed by sewage and excess
Nostrils by an olfactory assault
Alveoli and forcefully gestalt

Uvula with night-soil
taste
Treading stool, exhausted by the
burdened with occidentals
To the brim with
My sphincter has proven detrimental

A new coproph-age, by I am plagued
Inhaling the flatulence with which I am
I find I am by my own dung
The last day of the rest of my

Unable to endure excreta and
Trapped in this
Can longer my bowel remnants
Mouth is of shit

(solo: "My Bowl Over..." by L.d. Muerte)

Drowning in post-intestinal
my just desserts in rectal fudge
Serendipitously succumb to the vast amounts of
The turds on the tip of my

Fces slither down my tract
Left in extremis, I'm to the fact
Offspring of my arse, liquescent shites
in my own dreck, a human coprolite