I urge the taste of putrid flesh
The cauldron is ready for the broth
With accurate perfection I fix the feast
Spice the feaces with slushy scabs
Implements ready for incision
Your body is mine to consume
You belch, you bleed
On your body I feed
You panic, you scream
Served with whipped cream
Clumps of abdominal tissue
Stuck to my bloody face
Clumps of rotting tissue
All over the fucking place
I separate your head from your body
And ejaculate down your throat
Your fingers are turned into french-fries
Sticky balls microwaved with rice
Urinary cocktails
To satisfy my sick lust
Violent gush of entrails
You're ripped apart
Nauseating pool of details
Tear out your heart
You belch, you bleed...
Clumps of abdominal tissue...
Your wart-encrusted eye-balls
I chew with a crunchy sound
As I swill your coagulating blood
Not a single drop left to be found
Invited to the feast
Welcome to your funeral...
