 Fces of death lyrics ( Impaled )   
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Artist : Impaled
Song : Fces of death
Desiccated flesh I peruse,
Your vacuous
form is devoid of all life,
Poetry in
motions,
As yet another stiff goes under the
knife,
Soaked in the fluids of the dead,
Mucous, blood, and pus.
Your abdomen a
quagmire of maturating chyme,
With
preservatives and soaps your innards I flush,
Melting organs degenerate into foam,
This unctuous melange is disgorged into
tureens,
Down the drain, your insides wash
away,
A cold empty shell, the slate is wiped
clean
Incruental- exsanguinated husk
Intubated-a trocar is thrust
Incarnadine-with offal you'll erupt
Your
carcass I'll corrupt
Despumated-your ribcage
is swabbed
Detumescence-in solidifying globs
Devenustated-you've lost all your charm
In my incapable hands you will surely come to
harm
Your evacuated torso is stuffed,
With soiled toilet tissue, balled into clumps
Diarrhea is imbued with a smile,
With my
conspurcate concoction, your body I defile
Inundated arteries now burst,
In
festering excreta, immersed,
Your body is
awash in disease,
When I'm alone in the
morgue, I do as I please
Plugs of cotton
soak up minor spills (you're quite a mess)
The rich, foamy lather of putrefying bungs,
Your fetor is inhaled with a thrill (I can't
protest)
The flatulent bouquet matures in my
lungs
Exspiscating-my work didn't take
Exundated-the sutures proceed to break
Exspuition-the contents are purged
Flesh
and faeces are merged
(solo: Full of Shit
by SC McGrath)
Embalmed with septic mung,
Capillaries choked with dung,
A piss poor
excuse for an open casket funeral
Abdomen is
sunken in,
My foetid breath is laced with
gin,
Your cadaver on display for the bereaved
to mull
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