Pyosified (still Rotten To The Gore) Lyrics - Tools Of The Trade - Carcass

The lingering scirrhus begins to harden 

As the insides fall prey to putrefaction 

Rotting tissue turns to mush and pulp 

As your mind is torn by encephalitis 

Your cavities rot with ulcers 

Your infected inflammations torn 

Your gizzards eaten by incursive decay 

You're infernally rotten to the gore... 

Juices digested from each pus-swollen pore 

Insatiable hunger as I feast on the gore 

Nothing gives me greater pleasure 

Than a bowlful of chyme 

Maggot infested kidneys 

Are what I choose every time 

The smell of plaguing infection 

Is nauseatingly emetic 

Prolonged spumescence of stale pus 

Stinks like hot, putrid vomit 

Your body is indurate 

The insides are black as tar 

Your innards gnawed by septic hate 

Now a mass of empyaema 

Your blood is caked 

Dried and inconsistent 

Your bloody rotten gore 

Is now vitrescent