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(music - Sean McGrath and Leon del Muerte) |
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(lyrics - Ross Sewage) |
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Necrotic ooze poured from a carafe |
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Acquired for a blood bath |
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In the morgue lies a treasure trove of lividous compounds decaying |
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A trocar suctions out the blood while a sphincter suffers my raking |
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With reams of ichor and surplus of fæces, the dead are so giving |
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A boundless supply of foetid excretions compels me to lavage the stench of |
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the living |
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My skin sullied with the filth of life |
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Vomit of my pores with which I am rife |
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In my crepitated pits bacteria thrive |
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Momentarily subdued by this morbid dive |
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Cadaverous fats boiled into soap for a rotten lather |
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Ensanguine mix of excreta and chyme, the cleanser I have gathered |
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Putrescent spilth and human chum squab over the lip of my tub |
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Soaking in the dead, skeletal remains exfoliate and scrub |
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A cauldron teeming with wasted corse |
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This mortal soiled with pus and remorse |
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Out, out damned spot, caught red-handed, blood stains so hard to clean |
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Arteries pumping crimson kelter, veins to expunge and ream |
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A babe from the womb untimely ripped, bereft of life, it's squeezed and |
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drained |
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Placenta sponging at this corporeal form of which I am ashamed |
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Basted organs |
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Sebacious glands |
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Cooked in a vat |
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For a blood bath |
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Scour away integument to reveal the fleshy tendons that I'll |
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Abrase with cholic acid and with a solvent composed of bile |
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Scrub out my gullet with a pro-septic wash that will |
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Erase this mired being to be drained with the rest of the swill |
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Post-mortem spew and excrement garnish the mort bouillon |
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Meliorated with moldered viscera in my dead body lotion |
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The necro-emetic concoction, effervescing with unctuous suds |
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Desoils me of my besmirched existence, submerged in a basin of blood |
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Blood bath |
