Trocar lyrics

Artist  : Impaled 
Song : Trocar



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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...