Текст (слова) песни: Impaled - Faeces of Death

[music - Sean McGrath and Leon del Muerte]
[lyrics - Sean McGrath]

Desiccated flesh I peruse
Your vacuous form is devoid of all life
Poetry in motions
As yet another stiff goes under the knife
Soaked in the fluids of the dead
Mucous, blood, and pus
Your abdomen a quagmire of maturating chyme
With preservatives and soaps your innards I flush

Melting organs degenerate into foam
This unctuous melange is disgorged into tureens
Down the drain, your insides wash away
A cold empty shell, the slate is wiped clean

Incruental - exsanguinated husk
Intubated - a trocar is thrust
ncarnadine - with offal youll erupt
Your carcass Ill corrupt
Despumated - your ribcage is swabbed
Detumescence - in solidifying globs
Devenustated - youve lost all your charm
In my incapable hands you will surely come to harm

Your evacuated torso is stuffed
With soiled toilet tissue, balled into clumps
Diarrhea is imbued with a smile
With my conspurcate concoction, your body I defile

Inundated arteries now burst
In festering excreta, immersed
Your body is awash in disease
When Im alone in the morgue, I do as I please

Plugs of cotton soak up minor spills (youre quite a mess)
The rich, foamy lather of putrefying bungs
Your fetor is inhaled with a thrill (I cant protest)
The flatulent bouquet matures in my lungs

Exspiscating - my work didnt take
Exundated - the sutures proceed to break
Exspuition - the contents are purged
Flesh and fæces are merged

[solo: "Full of Shit" by S.C. McGrath]

Embalmed with septic mung

Capillaries choked with dung
A piss poor excuse for an open casket funeral
Abdomen is sunken in
My fetid breath is laced with gin
Your cadaver on display for the bereaved to mull
Другие песни Impaled:

All That Rots
Back To the Grave
Blood Bath
Choke On It
Dead Inside
Faecal Rites
Faeces of Death
Flesh & Blood
Gorenography
Immaculate Defecation
Operating Theatre
Raise The Stakes
Rest In Faeces
Spirits of the Dead
The Worms Crawl In
To Die For
Trocar
We Belong Dead