trocar lyrics – impaled

[music – leon del muerte]
[lyrics – sean mcgrath]

impacted tissue is riddled with clots
morbidly studying your gross anatomy
perinium is sullied with moldering pus
a m*ss of gelatinized forensick liquidity
locating my trocar, the tool of my trade
emaciated fingers nimbly find what i need
desiring the gavage, i hastily optate
into your chest intercalated as your innards i bleed

muscle tissue rips, my needle drips
proceeding with my work, i’m an insensitive jerk
acid from your stomach is disgorged with a splat
liquid offal gargles in your throat
embalming tubes occluded with clumps of rotting fat
decaying larval brine is force fed until you choke

impaled on a spike, internal organs are sucked
mellifluent gore by the buckets is drained
pernicious bilge is pumped from your gut
acidic bacteria now mangle your brain

lactating pus
eructating guts
decorticated stiff
i take another sniff

macerated veins are with a trocar dislodged
playing host to my probe, your pelvis now sprays
abdominal saliva is splattered from your *n*s
lathering my needle, your ignominious remains
easing the point into delicate flesh
declension with steel is sublimely enmeshed
irrigated fluids cake the porcelain slab
methodically in-v*g*n*ted with bromidic scabs

pus, from your veins, is tapped
a bl**dy awful mess, your corpse is bloodless
lancinated gore is sapped
exenterated sot, your withered cadaver will rot

decaying on the slab
i take another stab

[solo: “the mortician’s sword” by l.d. muerte]
[solo: “lachrimose germentation” by s.c. mcgrath]

muscles are imbued with a gelatinous mix
prepatent secretions from your bowel make me sick
a redolent mephitis maturates in the guts
laughing at your humor as it seeps from the cuts
ensmultified with larvae, your carc*ss is replete
drawn and quarted in a morgue as innards i delete
ichor is liquesced and from veins gladly pumped
my nocturnal vocation has my colleagues quite stumped

packed in a coffin full of salt
an acrid scent seeps from the box
lye is applied as the earth is fed
ensconced in a tomb, for you are quite
dead

/ impaled lyrics