《Trocar》歌词

[00:00:00] Trocar - Impaled

[00:00:26] Impacted tissue is riddled with clots

[00:00:29] Morbidly studying your gross anatomy

[00:00:31] Perinium is sullied with moldering pus

[00:00:34] A mass of gelatinized forensick liquidity

[00:00:36] Locating my trocar the tool of my trade

[00:00:39] Emaciated fingers nimbly find what I need

[00:00:41] Desiring the gavage I hastily optate

[00:00:43] Into your chest intercalated as your innards I bleed

[00:00:49] Muscle tissue rips

[00:00:54] My needle drips

[00:00:59] Proceeding with my work

[00:01:04] I'm an insensitive jerk

[00:01:06] Acid from your stomach is disgorged with a splat

[00:01:08] Liquid offal gargles in your throat

[00:01:11] Embalming tubes occluded with clumps of rotting fat

[00:01:13] Decaying larval brine is force fed until you choke

[00:01:25] Impaled on a spike internal organs are sucked

[00:01:28] Mellifluent gore by the buckets is drained

[00:01:31] Pernicious bilge is pumped from your gut

[00:01:33] Acidic bacteria now mangle your brain

[00:01:41] Lactating pus

[00:01:45] Eructating guts

[00:01:49] Decorticated stiff

[00:01:54] I take another sniff

[00:02:29] Macerated veins are with a trocar dislodged

[00:02:31] Playing host to my probe your pelvis now sprays

[00:02:34] Abdominal saliva is splattered from your anus

[00:02:36] Lathering my needle your ignominious remains

[00:02:39] Easing the point into delicate flesh

[00:02:41] Declension with steel is sublimely enmeshed

[00:02:43] Irrigated fluids cake the porcelain slab

[00:02:46] Methodically in-vaginated with bromidic scabs

[00:02:53] Pus from your veins is tapped

[00:02:56] A bloody awful mess your corpse is bloodless

[00:02:58] Lancinated gore is sapped

[00:03:01] Exenterated sot your withered cadaver will rot

[00:03:18] Decaying on the slab

[00:03:20] I take another stab

[00:04:02] Muscles are imbued with a gelatinous mix

[00:04:05] Prepatent secretions from your bowel make me sick

[00:04:07] A redolent mephitis maturates in the guts

[00:04:10] Laughing at your humor as it seeps from the cuts

[00:04:12] Ensmultified with larvae your carcass is replete

[00:04:14] Drawn and quarted in a morgue as innards I delete

[00:04:17] Ichor is liquesced and from veins gladly pumped

[00:04:20] My nocturnal vocation has my colleagues quite stumped

[00:04:22] Packed in a coffin full of salt

[00:04:25] An acrid scent seeps from the box

[00:04:27] Lye is applied as the earth is fed

[00:04:30] Ensconced in a tomb for you are quite

[00:04:44] Dead