Cloacula: The Anthropophabic Copromantik Lyrics - Singles - Cattle Decapitation

I need to die. 

All sensation has dulled in this life 

Low standards, sick delights 

Stale feces on my knife 

Now accustomed to scat 

Rich in taste and low in fat 

Daily regiment of fiber 

The longer the strands as anus clenches tighter 

I've gone insane 

I cannot be reasoned with 

Human feces i season with 

Morning eye crust and navel lint 

Bleeding submucosa 

Serosa breaks free from intestinal wall 

To arrive on my plate 

Or to lubricate when i anally mate 

Ingestion = taking of food in the mouth 

Masticate = mixing and churning aids in digestion 

Absorption = passage of nitrients into the blood and lymph 

Defecation = finally something I'll eat 

Salivate, intake - digest, dilate - defecate, ingest again 

In all my studies of physiological psychology 

One thing is apparent - no thought is unnatural 

Such as eating feces, or killing yourself or someone else 

Love will always hurt, fortunately, mine comes in squirts 

Anus to anus - I've affixed a pipe between us 

A t-joint complete with hose to a mask covering mouth and nose 

To master the monroe transfer 

No amateur - I've covered all parameters 

Of goddamned anthropophagic copromania 

A taste for bacteria 

And undigested epithelia 

Hepatitis delight 

Coprophelic demise 

Copromantik. Anthropophagic. Coprpheliac. Pathomaniac.