Impaled - Blood Bath Lyrics
Necrotic ooze poured from a carafeAcquired for a blood bathIn the morgue lies a treasure trove of lividous compounds decayingA trocar suctions out the blood while a sphincter suffers my rakingWith reams of ichor and surplus of fces, the dead are so givingA boundless supply of foetid excretions compels me to lavage the stench ofthe livingMy skin sullied with the filth of lifeVomit of my pores with which I am rifeIn my crepitated pits bacteria thriveMomentarily subdued by this morbid diveCadaverous fats boiled into soap for a rotten latherEnsanguine mix of excreta and chyme, the cleanser I have gatheredPutrescent spilth and human chum squab over the lip of my tubSoaking in the dead, skeletal remains exfoliate and scrubA cauldron teeming with wasted corseThis mortal soiled with pus and remorseOut, out damned spot, caught red-handed, blood stains so hard to cleanArteries pumping crimson kelter, veins to expunge and reamA babe from the womb untimely ripped, bereft of life, it's squeezed anddrainedPlacenta sponging at this corporeal form of which I am ashamedBasted organsSebacious glandsCooked in a vatFor a blood bathScour away integument to reveal the fleshy tendons that I'llAbrase with cholic acid and with a solvent composed of bileScrub out my gullet with a pro-septic wash that willErase this mired being to be drained with the rest of the swillPost-mortem spew and excrement garnish the mort bouillonMeliorated with moldered viscera in my dead body lotionThe necro-emetic concoction, effervescing with unctuous sudsDesoils me of my besmirched existence, submerged in a basin of bloodBlood bath
