Текст песни 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 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