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    Impaled

    Trocar

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    Добавлена 1 сентября 2011 пользователем Iron Man

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    [music - Leon del Muerte]
    [lyrics - Sean McGrath]
    Impacted tissue is riddled with clots
    Morbidly studying your gross anatomy
    Perinium is sullied with moldering pus
    A mass of gelatinized forensick liquidity
    Locating my trocar, the tool of my trade
    Emaciated fingers nimbly find what I need
    Desiring the gavage, I hastily optate
    Into your chest intercalated as your innards I bleed
    Muscle tissue rips, my needle drips
    Proceeding with my work, Im an insensitive jerk
    Acid from your stomach is disgorged with a splat
    Liquid offal gargles in your throat
    Embalming tubes occluded with clumps of rotting fat
    Decaying larval brine is force fed until you choke
    Impaled on a spike, internal organs are sucked
    Mellifluent gore by the buckets is drained
    Pernicious bilge is pumped from your gut
    Acidic bacteria now mangle your brain
    Lactating pus
    Eructating guts
    Decorticated stiff
    I take another sniff
    Macerated veins are with a trocar dislodged
    Playing host to my probe, your pelvis now sprays
    Abdominal saliva is splattered from your anus
    Lathering my needle, your ignominious remains
    Easing the point into delicate flesh
    Declension with steel is sublimely enmeshed
    Irrigated fluids cake the porcelain slab
    Methodically in-vaginated with bromidic scabs
    Pus, from your veins, is tapped
    A bloody awful mess, your corpse is bloodless
    Lancinated gore is sapped
    Exenterated sot, your withered cadaver will rot
    Decaying on the slab
    I take another stab
    [solo: "The Morticians Sword" by L.d. Muerte]
    [solo: "Lachrimose Germentation" by S.C. McGrath]
    Muscles are imbued with a gelatinous mix
    Prepatent secretions from your bowel make me sick
    A redolent mephitis maturates in the guts
    Laughing at your humor as it seeps from the cuts
    Ensmultified with larvae, your carcass is replete
    Drawn and quarted in a morgue as innards I delete
    Ichor is liquesced and from veins gladly pumped
    My nocturnal vocation has my colleagues quite stumped
    Packed in a coffin full of salt
    An acrid scent seeps from the box
    Lye is applied as the earth is fed
    Ensconced in a tomb, for you are quite
    Dead
    [ Trocar Lyrics ]
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