Fces Of Death lyrics

Artist  : Impaled 
Song : Fces Of Death



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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 Sh*t
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