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Carcass - Psychopathologist Şarkı Sözleri
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 [solo: inquisitive brutality] the sound of rancid juices sloshing around your coffin the mould and hte gore remind me of that you´re rotting congealed blood clotted around both sets of veins the beautiful colour of your decomposing brain |
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