You never stop with your wicked guns going pop. After 41 shots your grinning in the donut shop. Your sickening behavior regulates this society. And musters all the sickness and hatred inside of me.
So you wanna wear blue? Well, you're just the type Got an chip on your shoulder and an itch for a gripe. Standing on a raft in an ocean of blood. But you're doin the killing and causing the flood.
Corpses disinterred, graves disturbed - To consume. Bereaved relatives are not amused As on their dear departed I feverishly consume. Slavering worms, decomposure burns manual de mecanica de caribe 442 Corrosion born, as bacteria gnaw Desecrate. Precipitate.(from the muddy grave) Macerate.
Ase. Your innards I corrode This process you will loathe Your innards I evacuate With my crude methods of hate Solo: rectal intubation with intolerable hot enema Anal track acidically removed Along with rotten entrails and stools Disembowelling in my rage in your colostomy you.
Smell the rot. Of the corrupted corpse. Hallucinogenic trip. Tissue gases leak - a warm, unpleasant reek. A quite macabre addiction Deteriorated, bloated corpse - decomposure burning hot. Sniff the smell of carrion. Solo: Cadaveric resin Inhaling the dank smells As you gouge out the.
The worlds getting madder and it ain't gonna stop. It's an uphill battle all the way until we reach the top. You got an answer in your holster and no question to kill. You got a vision for society and it's your will.
Succumbling to a translucid state As you sniff the aroma of necropsy. Bacterial decomposition The aroma of fungal/larval infestation. Consuming, ripening slime As the cadaver is slowly wasting. Your sore sinews rot, blood curdling coughs.
Mixing together post-natal juices The dead infant used as stock Slurping this horrendous concoction Eat the cervical slop. Lading our aborted derbis Oozing guts chomped in your maw The caesating premature baby Nurtured in post-partum gore.
I grope in the grime, the evaporating motions slush Pulverising your gut, in my rubber boots and gloves Your nates purple and raw, brillo pads scour and cleanse Sticking plasters on abrased organs, to try and make amends.
So you wanna be a cop, so you wanna be on the top? Arresting and shooting all the kids on the block. Incarcerate the youth of the next generation. And you get the high fives at the police station.
As acrid foetor corrodes your lungs. Body orifices clenched in your teeth. As you frenziedly try to insert the bungs. Swollen, ripened corpse, the stench of crusting clots - The smell of stale perspiration.