Luyện nghe bài hát Pyosisified (rotten To The Gore)

The lingering scirrhus to harden
As the insides prey to putrefaction
Rotting turns to mush and pulp
As your mind is by encephalitis

Your rot with ulcers
Your infected inflammations
gizzards eaten by incursive decay
You're infernally to the gore...

Juices digested each pus-swollen pore
Insatiable as I feast on the gore
Nothing gives me pleasure
Than a of chyme
infested kidneys
Are what I every time

The smell of infection
Is emetic
spumescence of stale pus
Stinks like hot, putrid

Your is indurate
The are black as tar
Your innards gnawed by hate
Now a mass of

blood is caked
Dried and
Your bloody gore
Is now