Luyện nghe bài hát Pyosisified (rotten To The Gore)

The scirrhus begins to harden
As the insides fall prey to
Rotting turns to mush and pulp
As your is torn by encephalitis

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

Juices from each pus-swollen pore
Insatiable hunger as I on the gore
Nothing gives me greater
a bowlful of chyme
Maggot infested
Are what I every time

The smell of infection
Is emetic
Prolonged spumescence of 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
bloody rotten gore
Is now