Psychopathologist

Effervescing entrails corroding after years

The stench of the canker brings me no tears

Festering tumours of cancerous decay gnawed and

chewed by maggots with malicious hate

I like to slide my hand inside your stomach

And rip out the putrid remains,

Drink the pus and munch on the internal organs

Until all of the casket is drained.

It's fun being a pathologist - slicing up corpses

Especially when they've just been exhumed

I like doing autopsies on festering carcasses -

I get high sniffing on all the fumes

(Solo: inquisitive brutality)

The sound of rancid juices sloshing around your coffin

The mould and the gore remind me that you're rotting

Congealed blood clotted around both sets of veins

The beautiful colour of your decomposing brain

I like to slide my hand inside your stomach

And rip out the putrid remains,

Drink the pus and munch on the internal organs

Until all of the casket is drained.

It's fun being a pathologist - slicing up corpses

Especially when they've just been exhumed

I like doing autopsies on festering carcasses -

I get high sniffing on all the fumes