Carcass - Pyosisified (Still Rotten to the Gore)

[00:29.18] The lingering scirrhus begins to harden
[00:32.23] As the insides fall prey to putrefaction
[00:35.46] Rotting tissue turns to mush and pulp
[00:38.85] As your mind is torn by encephalitis
[00:41.19] Your cavities rot with ulcers
[00:44.22] Your infected inflammations torn
[00:46.86] Your gizzards eaten by incursive decay
[00:50.57] You're infernally rotten to the gore...
[01:19.55] Juices digested from each pus-swollen pore
[01:21.66] Insatiable hunger as I feast on the gore
[01:24.00] Nothing gives me greater pleasure
[01:25.57] Than a bowlful of chyme
[01:26.63] Maggot infested kidneys
[01:27.60] Are what I choose every time
[01:47.77] The smell of plaguing infection
[02:12.05] Is nauseatingly emetic
[02:14.62] Prolonged spumescence of stale pus
[02:17.80] Stinks like hot, purtid vomit
[02:20.45] Your body is indurate
[02:23.31] The insides are black as tar
[02:26.17] Your innards gnawed by septic hate
[02:29.01] Now a mass of empyaema
[02:32.66] Your blood is caked
[02:34.58] Dried and inconsistent
[02:37.69] Your bloody rotten gore
[02:40.27] Is now vitrescent
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