Impaled lyrics
Impaled lyrics
"All That Rots lyrics"
Spilling Over The Side lyrics
OH manI can't believe the things I said to youhey, I must have been out of my mineDesperation crept in from all the things I kept inI am sorry I just couldn't help
OH manI can't believe the things I said to youhey, I must have been out of my mineDesperation crept in from all the things I kept inI am sorry I just couldn't help
(Solo: "Funerary feast on the recently deceased" by S. C. McGrath)
(Solo: "Manic Rottrephagia" L. d. Muerte)
(Solo: "Exfodiation of pus filled stiffs for total gormandization" by S. C. McGrath)
(Solo: "Exhibiting the trots from the consumption of rot" by L. d. Muerte)
Wholly rotten, your body decayed,
Your husk a decomposing organic sewer, <
Learn To Be Still lyrics
It's just another day in paradise As you stumble to your bed You'd give anything to silence Those voices ringing in your head You thought you could find happiness
br>Ichor boiled, congealed, and reduced, It's just another day in paradise As you stumble to your bed You'd give anything to silence Those voices ringing in your head You thought you could find happiness
Into a fustular mass of fertile manure
Liquid waste expelled,
With a nauseating smell,
Your innards have started to turn,
The stink makes my sinuses burn,
With intestinal fortitude I'm forced to digest,
This purulent victual with which I'm obsessed,
Greedily binging on glistening turds,
Can't Stop Thinking About You lyrics
Losin' sleep almost lost my mind Feel my veins squeezin' me so nice Sexy junkie, hey sexy fix What you got in your bag of tricks? Come take me, erase me
Losin' sleep almost lost my mind Feel my veins squeezin' me so nice Sexy junkie, hey sexy fix What you got in your bag of tricks? Come take me, erase me
As gristle and fat form globular curds
Pulsating liver is violently excised,
Pureed, brewed, and mulled,
A gustitory treat for the mentally ill,
With which my senses are dulled,
Your kidneys are stewed and with offal imbued,
In fused with simmering gore,
Of carbonized entrails and all that is rotten,
I'm quite a connoisseur.
the way i'm walking so dark so still save me from the grave hold out for cover heven could be so fine if the moon was rising high but see the oceans mir
A fetid tapioca is prepared in your colon,
Nauseating pudding, thickened with pus,
A genital souffle is concocted on the fly,
Post Mortem nutriment of decomposing guts,
Putrescine elixir is quaffed to kill the taste,
A most refreshing apertif,
The noxious beverage is tapped from your skull,
You're repulsively rotten beyond belief.