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Pyosisified (Still Rotten to the Gore) - Carcass.lrc

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[00:29.31]The lingering scirrhus begins to harden
[00:32.67]As the insides fall prey to putrefaction
[00:35.56]Rotting tissue turns to mush and pulp
[00:38.74]As your mind is torn by encephalitis
[00:41.78]Your cavities rot with ulcers
[00:44.70]Your infected inflammations torn
[00:47.73]Your gizzards eaten by incursive decay
[00:50.86]You're infernally rotten to the gore...
[01:19.51]Juices digested from each pus-swollen pore
[01:21.78]Insatiable hunger as I feast on the gore
[01:24.12]Nothing gives me greater pleasure than a bowlful of chyme
[01:26.55]Maggot infested kidneys are what I choose every time
[01:33.82]Juices digested from each pus-swollen pore
[01:35.98]Insatiable hunger as I feast on the gore
[01:38.38]Nothing gives me greater pleasure than a bowl full of chyme
[01:40.73]Maggot infested kidneys are what I choose every time
[02:10.17]The smell of plaguing infection
[02:12.98]Is nauseatingly emetic
[02:15.63]Prolonged spumescence of stale pus
[02:18.33]Stinks like hot, purtid vomit
[02:21.20]Your body is indurate
[02:23.97]The insides are black as tar
[02:26.79]Your innards gnawed by septic hate
[02:29.63]Now a mass of empyaema
[02:32.51]Your blood is caked
[02:35.30]Dried and inconsistent
[02:38.03]Your bloody rotten gore
[02:40.74]Is now vitrescent
[02:43.68]Your body is indurate
[02:46.60]The insides are black as tar
[02:49.39]Your innards gnawed by septic hate
[02:52.32]Now a mass of empyaema
文本歌词
The lingering scirrhus begins to harden
As the insides fall prey to putrefaction
Rotting tissue turns to mush and pulp
As your mind is torn by encephalitis
Your cavities rot with ulcers
Your infected inflammations torn
Your gizzards eaten by incursive decay
You're infernally rotten to the gore...
Juices digested from each pus-swollen pore
Insatiable hunger as I feast on the gore
Nothing gives me greater pleasure than a bowlful of chyme
Maggot infested kidneys are what I choose every time
Juices digested from each pus-swollen pore
Insatiable hunger as I feast on the gore
Nothing gives me greater pleasure than a bowl full of chyme
Maggot infested kidneys are what I choose every time
The smell of plaguing infection
Is nauseatingly emetic
Prolonged spumescence of stale pus
Stinks like hot, purtid vomit
Your body is indurate
The insides are black as tar
Your innards gnawed by septic hate
Now a mass of empyaema
Your blood is caked
Dried and inconsistent
Your bloody rotten gore
Is now vitrescent
Your body is indurate
The insides are black as tar
Your innards gnawed by septic hate
Now a mass of empyaema