Impaled - Back To The Grave Lyrics
[music - Ross Sewage][lyrics - Ross Sewage]Exhumed, debauched and consumedMy torpid flesh has been sullied by your spunkAnd I have played privy to your necrotic whimsyYou so enjoyed inhaling my decrepit funkMy organs and entrails you delightfully assailedThrashing mound of thoracic de-activityA lover you have found, six feet downLicking from my skin the moist lividityTorn from the tomb for your lustful desireMy fouled viscera are what you admireAn unholy union on a funeral pyreA caseated carcass really lights your fireA sickening treat under the sheetsThe rigor mortis of love can be hardAnd the love that we have made, from the grave I was laidRubbing your genitals in my congealing lardA glistening liver and ensanguined gutThe erotic intestines of this grumous moundEmbalming fluid and morticians Y-cutTurn you on as my omentum you poundHumiliated corpse, insults are compiledPenetrated rectum, no guilt reconciledLaid in a repose with a grisly smileUsed and abused, my existence defiled I'm a lover of the dead, as a corpseyou'll share my bed, but your usefulness is bledBack to the graveI've had my sick fun, but now I am done, it's time for you to cumBack to the graveOur affair is through, I've no more use for you, you've paid your deathly duesBack to the graveWe've shared death throes, but my love has decomposed, and now you will goBack to the graveOnce you needed meBut now you'll go solo[solo: "Death's Sweet Embrace" by S.C. McGrath]Callously flaying your skin, no cum-passion, I confessRevealing muscles and tendons to lasciviously caressThe object of my dissection, a foetid mate at bestRelentlessly tugging at heart strings through a hole I tore in the chest[solo: "Rending a Broken Heart" by L.d. Muerte]Employing a probing tool to penetrate the dry orificeGrinding pus and masticating grume, I ram the ass with my fistBe not distraught as your cadaver I drop, the remains of your lips I kissThoroughly infested with maggots, your body has brought me such blissSanguine amourDead meat to cravePutrid carcassCannot be savedBack to the graveSupple white flesh, bleached with deathMasturbate on my maggot eaten faceThe cold touch of the dead (it has been said)Can inspire a necromantic crazeYou partook in love and human remainsWith my disinterred body you were chuffedBut as I fall to pieces near the endMy rottenness will force a break-upSever my skull and I'll give you headAbout your boudoir my limbs are spreadBut with your hunger for death now fedThis relationship is deadI'm a lover of the dead, as a corpse you'll share my bed, but your usefulnessis bledBack to the graveI've had my sick fun, but now I am done, it's time for you to cumBack to the graveOur affair is through, I've no more use for you, you've paid your deathly duesBack to the graveWe've shared death throes, but my love has decomposed, and now you will go
