Impaled - Trocar Lyrics
Impacted tissue is riddled with clotsMorbidly studying your gross anatomyPerinium is sullied with moldering pusA mass of gelatinized forensick liquidityLocating my trocar, the tool of my tradeEmaciated fingers nimbly find what I needDesiring the gavage, I hastily optateInto your chest intercalated as your innards I bleedMuscle tissue rips, my needle dripsProceeding with my work, I'm an insensitive jerkAcid from your stomach is disgorged with a splatLiquid offal gargles in your throatEmbalming tubes occluded with clumps of rotting fatDecaying larval brine is force fed until you chokeImpaled on a spike, internal organs are suckedMellifluent gore by the buckets is drainedPernicious bilge is pumped from your gutAcidic bacteria now mangle your brainLactating pusEructating gutsDecorticated stiffI take another sniffMacerated veins are with a trocar dislodgedPlaying host to my probe, your pelvis now spraysAbdominal saliva is splattered from your anusLathering my needle, your ignominious remainsEasing the point into delicate fleshDeclension with steel is sublimely enmeshedIrrigated fluids cake the porcelain slabMethodically in-vaginated with bromidic scabsPus, from your veins, is tappedA bloody awful mess, your corpse is bloodlessLancinated gore is sappedExenterated sot, your withered cadaver will rotDecaying on the slabI take another stab[solo: "The Mortician's Sword" by L.d. Muerte][solo: "Lachrimose Germentation" by S.C. McGrath]Muscles are imbued with a gelatinous mixPrepatent secretions from your bowel make me sickA redolent mephitis maturates in the guts -ac
