Impaled - Choke On It Lyrics
Icy liquid fills your lungsA gushing salt water sluiceFlushing out your bronchia with vitriolYour trachea is targeted for particular abuseAlveoli burst as I quench your thirstYou're hideously out of breathPneumonectomy, the most apparent of solutions"Drowned in own blood," the cause of deathInternal bleeding makes you wretchAnd causes a foul regurgitationVomiting chyme and chunks of lungYou really are in quite a situationGargling foamy spitYour throat is violently slitThese symptoms won't remitYou're forced to choke on itYour heaving chest cavity opened for funBroken ribcage sags atop your exploded lungsGasping for air as your jugular drainsYou're having slight chest painsYour heart begins to slow and your eyes grow glassyAs ruined organs are one by one discardedA death rattle croaks from your excavated throatYour tracheostomy has gone a bit retardedA cannula is thrust into crepitating gutsTo suction off obliterated tissuesFoamy mucoid pus drips in gobs from the cutsYour pulmonary system has some issuesI hack out your trachea with hatred and maliceAnd squeeze out the plaque from withinYour pre-mortem spasm and tearful exclamationsCaused me and my partners to grinInternal bleeding makes you wretchAnd causes a foul regurgitationVomiting chyme and chunks of lungYou really are in quite a situationGargling foamy spitYour throat is violently slitThese symptoms won't remitYou're forced to choke on it
