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      [Solo: Inquisitive Brutality]      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