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
music - Sean McGrath and Leon del Muerte. lyrics - Ross Sewage Necrotic ooze poured from a carafe. Acquired for a blood bath In the morgue lies a treasure trove of lividous compounds decaying. A tr
music - Sean McGrath and Leon del Muerte. lyrics - Sean McGrath and Ross Sewage Latent images in solutions submerged. A gallery of gore for posterity preserved. Your visage shall endure long after
music - Leon del Muerte and Sean Mcgrath. lyrics - Sean Mcgrath. . solo "De-Incarnated Mass of Fungal Strains " by S. C. Mcgrath. . Pulling the morbid stiffs. From the damp, sepulchral tomb.
music - Leon del Muerte and Sean McGrath. lyrics - Leon del Muerte and Sean McGrath The colon explodes with diarrheal sepsis. Anal leakage ecstactically shed. A stenching mass of post-bolal rot. C
music - Leon del Muerte and Sean McGrath. lyrics - Sean McGrath solo "Funerary Feast on the Recently Deceased" by S. C. McGrath. solo "Manic Rottraphagia" L. d. Muerte. solo "Exfodiation of Pus F
music - Ross Sewage. lyrics - Ross Sewage Exhumed, debauched and consumed. My torpid flesh has been sullied by your spunk. And I have played privy to your necrotic whimsy. You so enjoyed inhaling
music - Sean McGrath and Leon del Muerte. lyrics - Sean McGrath Your ribcage is avulsed. Mangled, chopped, and hewn. Organ meats have been sundered. And about your coffin strewn. Latent germs del
. . The spin of the earth impaled a silhouette of the sun on the steeple. And I got to hear the same sermon all the time now from you people. Why are you staring into outer space, crying?. Just because
Bài hát Stained Class - Judas Priest. Wild-eyed and tight fisted, I'm fused to the bone. I stand contemplating, reacting alone. Impaled with betrayal. The tourniquet turns. Society's creation. Pole
Wild-eyed and tight fisted, I'm fused to the bone. I stand contemplating, reacting alone. Impaled with betrayal. The tourniquet turns. Society's creation. Pole-axed out and burnt. . Long ago
pieces of a puzzle. Or a child's uneven scrawl. . Up a narrow flight of stairs. In a narrow Little room,. As I lie upon my bed. In the early evening gloom. Impaled on my wall. My eyes can dimly see
