Consuming Impulse

<br>[Musick &amp; Lyrixxx - Matt Harvey]<br><br>Your dry throat creaks without a saliva to sputter<br>As your pulpy dehydrated tongue soundlessly threshes<br>Days without sustenance spent shackled and fettered<br>Emaciated torso aches for the warm taste of flesh...<br><br>I will make a meal of you, your hunger I`ll sate<br>Saw off your leg at the knee to put on your dinner plate<br>Try not to wince at the pain that you feel<br>As I mince up your calf to prepare your next meal...<br><br>Cauterise the gargled wound to stave off the haemorrhage<br>You should savor the thought of your repast<br>Choke down this bitter meal in spite of your revulsion<br>Though how long can your source of food last?<br><br>Keeping yourself alive as you`re force-fed your own flesh<br>If you don`t eat up, you`re truly dead meat<br>Legs turned to stumps, bloody drinks gargled in clumps<br>In this case you really are what you eat...<br><br>AUTOPHAGOUS GLUTTONY<br>CULINARY PATHOLOGY<br>DIETARY BUTCHERY<br>CONSUMING IMPULSE<br><br>Ingest your corpse to be...<br><br>Quadriplegic you feed as your dinner is served<br>Waste not ; want not, though there`s not much to conserve<br>Severed and severely served upon a platter of splatter<br>After a while the source of the sustenance barely even matters...<br><br>Now a half-eaten torso gorged to the glut<br>Piece by piece you are fed the chicest cuts<br>As the dinner-bell rings your bloody chops are feverishly licked<br>At the sight of your own roasted fat turned and browned on a spit...<br><br>Your own meat in your mouth tastes bitter and internecine<br>Noxious and moist, you get a taste of your own medicine<br>Gnashing, pieces of your limbs with delight<br>Digesting your death with each grotesque bloody bite<br><br>What`s eating you? The question seems to moot<br>Scraping chunks of your feet out of your blood-soaked sopping boot<br>Bash open bones picked clean to suckle at the marrow<br>As your culinary milieu of options inexorably narrows...<br><br>AUTOPHAGOUS GLUTTONY<br>CULINARY PATHOLOGY<br>DIETARY BUTCHERY<br>CONSUMING IMPULSE<br><br>Ingest your corpse to be...<br><br>Feeding time comes again, the thorax falls victim to this slaughter<br>Blood, pus and sebum replace wine, whiskey and water<br>Sometimes survival will cost you an arm and a leg<br>Your spittle running, red with bits of reeking bloody dregs...<br><br>[Lead - Mike]<br><br>Masticate your own genitals, choke on your bludgeoned testicles<br>With a hunger that will not be denied<br>The sweetest of meats is your soft, fatty teats<br>That I`ll be stuffing your face with tonight<br><br>Puking up your own skin, just to devour it again<br>Is a treat you`ll save for dessert<br>Fresh meat for your lunch, fibula cracked, drained and crunched<br>As your overstuffed gullet gasps and blurts...<br><br>Your crudely resected anatomy is a wretched grisly sight<br>But your stumps once arms just whet your appetite<br>Nibbling at the sinews of your bloody forearms and wrists<br>Ravenously devouring your shredded survival in fleshly chunks and meaty <br>bits...<br><br>Eviscerate yourself to gnaw at your own intestines<br>Bones from severed fingers facilitate this haphazard self-dissection<br>Clutch at grume inside your bowels with half-eaten grubby stumps<br>Pulling out the repugnant meal in grotesque tumescent clumps...<br><br>Remaining fingers prying off your succulent gouged out gums<br>Gnaw at your stringy cheek lining and masticate your insatiable tongue<br>But the pieces you ingest in carnivorous abandon<br>Fall out of the gaping that you have torn in your intestines<br><br>Gnash the meat from your avulsed face in a frenzied rush<br>No genitals, no feet, no legs, no appendage left uncrushed<br>Half-eaten tongue oozes spittle down your face - your hunger undiminished<br>Only when your partially devoured innards prolapse will this meal at last be <br>finished<br><br>AUTOPHAGOUS GLUTTONY<br>CULINARY PATHOLOGY<br>DIETARY BUTCHERY<br>CONSUMING IMPULSE<br><br>Excrete your corpse to be...