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Exhumed
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Your Funeral, My Feast
Epicurean pathology Shattered gross anatomy Bodily fluids, foul and septic I sing the body decrepit
Your funeral, my feast You'll never rest in peace Tagged, sectioned then slabbed Slurp fluids from your body bag
Repulsive, jaundiced flesh The stomach turning sight that I love best Necrosis setting in Discolored, rotting, mottled skin
The weevils writhe and squirm Your torso now alive with worms As organs liquefy I whet my abhorrent appetite
Your funeral, my feast A masterstroke of rotting meat My dinner table's where you rest in piece Your funeral, my feast
Gruesome garnish, moist carnage Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Raw bits of human garbage The chunks seep, they won't keep Gnashing through as each piece bleeds
Your decay, my entrée I wouldn't have it any other way Maggot millet, stuffs your gullet To please my most deranged of palettes
Splenetic, ghastly taste The stinking savor of pathological waste Trypsin' and pepsin marinate The loathsome bowels I masticate
To dine upon this foul concoction Requires a taste for extreme unction But for those who have the stomach We sate our hunger on tripe and vomit
Your funeral, my feast A masterstroke of rotting meat My dinner table's where you rest in piece Your funeral, my feast Your funeral, my feast
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