Luyện nghe bài hát Pyosisified (rotten To The Gore)

The lingering scirrhus to harden
As the fall prey to putrefaction
Rotting tissue turns to and pulp
As your mind is torn by

Your cavities rot ulcers
infected inflammations torn
Your gizzards by incursive decay
You're rotten to the gore...

digested from each pus-swollen pore
Insatiable as I feast on the gore
Nothing gives me greater
Than a of chyme
Maggot infested
Are what I choose time

The smell of infection
Is nauseatingly
spumescence of stale pus
Stinks hot, putrid vomit

Your body is
The are black as tar
Your innards gnawed by septic
Now a mass of

blood is caked
Dried and
Your bloody rotten
Is now