Empathological Necroticism Lyrics - Symphonies Of Sickness - Carcass

Bloodied, torn and twisted 

Severe mutilation is all that remains 

Stagnation in shrink-wrap 

Empty the contents onto the mortuary slab... 

The morbid, muted body 

Is dissected, lacerated and shred- 

Life is hard as a mortuary technician 

The fumes go straight to my head... 

The trunk now depleted gristle, with bactericidal decay 

This discissed disarticulation I bludgeon as I ablate... 

Diluted spittle, bile and gore 

Congealing puddles on the floor 

Grotesquely dismembered 

As the cavities I harshly sever... 

Stabbing at the trachea, chest walls I puncture 

Slicing back flesh I tear, subject to malacia... 

"Advanced rigor mortis, the corpse internally bruised 

Kaleidoscopic livor mortis, the carcass a shade of livid blue 

Joints are stiffened, I now bend and crack 

The cerebrum pulped, with cranial collapse..." 

Bodily embalmed and fluids tapped 

Maceration is oozing, as the insides I unwrap... 

Finished with the fragments, a mass of stinking waste 

Spread-eagled bloody mess, I hastily eviscerate... 

Advanced Pyathrosis - let there be rot (fun in the morgue) 

Foul autodigestion - necrotic mutation... 

The gaping chest is crudely stitched up 

Internal organs are hastily replaced 

The carnage totally disfigured 

Another pathological waste... 

Flowing blood crusts 

The corpse is totally rotten to the core 

The miserable, festering stiff 

I dismember with my saw... 

The wounds are stitched, I shabbily try to repair 

Disintegrating with histolycis and everyday wear and tear... 

"Cadaveric dissolution, sliced, ripped and deceased 

Eructated gases are gurgling as they bleed 

Congested pus, blood and autodigested gore 

Tissue corrodes as aggression gnaws..." 

The mortuary table I now wipe, sponge and clean 

Washing away the remains of life, the slab now gleams... 

The evaporating reek of putrefaction gets right up my nose 

Carnage, chunks and leftover pieces in the bin I dispose... 

Advanced pyathrosis - let there be rot (fun in the morgue) 

Foul autodigestion - necrotic mutation...