Trocar lyrics ( Impaled )
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Artist : Impaled Song : Trocar
Impacted tissue is riddled with clots
Morbidly studying your gross anatomy
Perinium is sullied with moldering pus A
mass of gelatinized forensick liquidity
Locating my trocar, the tool of my trade
Emaciated fingers nimbly find what I need
Desiring the gavage, I hastily optate
Into your chest intercalated as your innards
I bleed... Muscle tissue rips, my needle
drips Proceeding with my work, I'm an
insensitive jerk...
Acid from your
stomach is disgorged with a splat Liquid
offal gargles in your throat Embalming tubes
occluded with clumps of rotting fat Decaying
larval brine is force fed until you choke...
Impaled on a spike, internal organs are
sucked Mellifluent gore by the buckets is
drained Pernicious bilge is pumped from your
gut Acidic bacteria now mangle your brain...
Lactating pus Eructating guts
Decorticated stiff I take another
sniff...
Macerated veins are with a
trocar dislodged Playing host to my probe,
your pelvis now sprays Abdominal saliva is
splattered from your anus Lathering my
needle; your ignominious remains Easing the
point into delicate flesh Declension with
steel is sublimely enmeshed Irrigated fluids
cake the porcelain slab Methodically
invaginated with bromidic scabs...
Pus,
from your veins, is tapped A bloody awful
mess, your corpse is bloodless Lancinated
gore is sapped Exenterated sot, your withered
cadaver will rot...
Decaying on the slab
I take another stab...
(solo: “The
Mortician’s Sword” by Ld Muerte)
(solo: “Lachrimose Germentation” by
SC McGrath)
Muscles are imbued with a
gelatinous mix Prepatent secretions from your
bowel make me sick A redolent mephitis
maturates in the guts Laughing at your humor
as it seeps from the cuts Ensmultified with
larvae, your carcass is replete Drawn and
quarted in a morgue as innards I delete Ichor
is liquesced and from veins gladly pumped My
nocturnal vocation has my colleagues quite
stumped...
Packed in a coffin full of
salt An acrid scent seeps from the box
Lye is applied as the earth is fed
Ensconced in a tomb, for you are quite…
Dead...
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