Impaled lyrics
Impaled lyrics
"All That Rots lyrics"
My Lady Blue lyrics
No regrets, no tears. Only a strange feeling, sleeping without falling. I'll try another World where the water is not blue anymore, another reallity. Oh
No regrets, no tears. Only a strange feeling, sleeping without falling. I'll try another World where the water is not blue anymore, another reallity. Oh
(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, <
To Do What I Do lyrics
I've been a waiter, a roofer, a clerk I've shoveled manure till my pride hurt When you're starting out, it's all part of the work To do what I do I've been evic
br>Ichor boiled, congealed, and reduced, I've been a waiter, a roofer, a clerk I've shoveled manure till my pride hurt When you're starting out, it's all part of the work To do what I do I've been evic
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,
You Don't Know Me lyrics
She's got a boyfriend All of a sudden She's never had one before She's looking for the thumbs-up When they're walking through the door She's showing him off
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.A Sweet Burger Lp lyrics
One, Two, Three, Four ? ? And I don't even know who you are I know you're probably ? But ? with you You say that it's unfruitful To sit here and daydrea
>She's got a boyfriend All of a sudden She's never had one before She's looking for the thumbs-up When they're walking through the door She's showing him off
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.
One, Two, Three, Four ? ? And I don't even know who you are I know you're probably ? But ? with you You say that it's unfruitful To sit here and daydrea
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.