Impaled piosenki

My temple subjected to third world rigors Mites, lice, and chiggers Fæcal particulates undermining hygeine Larvae gestating Nematodes penetrate through bare cutis Budding hydatid cysts To legions of parasites I will cater A human incubator Bowels transmuted i...

If we make the incision here, we can minimize tissue damage... He's waking up. [Gurgling noise] Ah, professor, welcome back to the land of the living... at least... temporarily. What's that? Cat got your tongue? Oh, that's right. We do. Right here in this...

A liturgist in the realm of filth and gore Augean bard of æsculapian deviance Fables I've made, sick stories I've parlayed For the rapt attention of my heinous Despised rottrephile, the object of my infection A gore hound obsessed with the extreme and obscene...

From an abortive intifada Combatants are persona non grata Locked into dank isolation Sequestered from the population Made to repose in fæces Excised from the human species Walloped and left with hematomata Disfiguring dermal substrata Ministry of Love...

Impacted tissue is riddled with clots Morbidly studying your gross anatomy Perinium is sullied with moldering pus A mass of gelatinized forensick liquidity Locating my trocar, the tool of my trade Emaciated fingers nimbly find what I need Desiring the gavage,...

The life-giving ichor streaming through my veins A curse from which I deign to be released For your obsession is one I cannot satisfy The frigid touch of the recently deceased Occupied at the morgue, exsanguinating husks Man-handling a corpse, I uncovered my...

Crestfallen and dejected Wracked with disorder and guilt Fleeting successes are empty and crumbling On foundations of trivia, built Pills to ease your suffering are Pyrrhically proposed Clinically depressed or just feeling morose? Up the dose A cursory i...

A plague on mankind, a pox on the planet We are the surgeons of sickness and shit Innocent bystanders are subjected to the horror Our gruesome displays give rise to a furor Bodies were piled and defiantly defiled Up to our knees in blood, sweat, and bile For...

An eldritch study to beguile our throng The irons that now bind us will be proven none to strong Our asomatic nostrum, we'll work hammer and tongs My medical bag brims with surgical steel If they're the tools for the job, my work will reveal This apparati in...

Ticking off the subjects in a queue of the damned Fungible commodities to hoodwink and scam Devouring our meds as your body wastes away The side effects are cancer, rotten gums, and decay You can't control the nausea or diarrheic shit We have a pill for t...