[music - Andrew LaBarre]   [lyrics - Sean McGrath]      Icy liquid fills your lungs   A gushing salt water sluice   Flushing out your bronchia with vitriol   Your trachea is targeted for particular abuse   Alveoli burst as I quench your thirst   You're hideously out of breath   Pneumonectomy, the most apparent of solutions   "Drowned in own blood," the cause of death      Internal bleeding makes you wretch   And causes a foul regurgitation   Vomiting chyme and chunks of lung   You really are in quite a situation      Gargling foamy spit   Your throat is violently slit   These symptoms won't remit   You're forced to choke on it      Your heaving chest cavity opened for fun   Broken ribcage sags atop your exploded lungs   Gasping for air as your jugular drains   You're having slight chest pains      Your heart begins to slow and your eyes grow glassy   As ruined organs are one by one discarded   A death rattle croaks from your excavated throat   Your tracheostomy has gone a bit retarded      A cannula is thrust into crepitating guts   To suction off obliterated tissues   Foamy mucoid pus drips in gobs from the cuts   Your pulmonary system has some issues   I hack out your trachea with hatred and malice   And squeeze out the plaque from within   Your pre-mortem spasm and tearful exclamations   Caused me and my partners to grin      Internal bleeding makes you wretch   And causes a foul regurgitation   Vomiting chyme and chunks of lung   You really are in quite a situation      Gargling foamy spit   Your throat is violently slit   These symptoms won't remit   You're forced to choke on it