Cryptopsy - Memories Of Blood Lyrics
I awake rememberingnothing the next day,my nostrils assailedby the stench of decayDreams of dismemberment,fantasies of tortureMopping up affords me areminiscense of death;Gooey bits and piecesare all that is leftStench of rot: uplifting smellSomeone's dead or at least unwell;What little is left smells impure;Who did this? I'm not sureNo conscience interferes withmy memories of blood;PSI energy remainswhere a human once stood;I equate its suffering withthe longevity of a ghostWho lasts the longestis who suffered the most