Psychopathologist

Effervescing entrails corroding after years The stench of the canker brings me no tears Festering tumours of cancerous decay Gnawed and chewed by maggots with malicious hate I like to slide my hand inside your stomach And rip out the putrid remains, Drink the pus and munch on the internal organs Until all the casket is drained. It`s fun being a pathologist - slicing up corpses Especially when they have just been exhumed, I like doing autopsies on festering carcasses - I get high sniffing on all the fumes (Solo: Inquisitive Brutality) The sound of rancid juices sloshing around your coffin The mould and the gore remind me of that you`re rotting Congealed blood clotted around both sets of veins The beautiful colour of your decomposing brain