Grotesqueries Lyrics - Exhumed

All the world's indeed a corpse 

And we are merely maggots 

Dead on arrival is our only course 

And if the toe fits, tag it 

Sycophants, we're writhing blind 

Feeding off each others' regurgitation 

Disgorging whatever waste we find 

Breeding our degradation with each exhalation 

Lambs to the slaughter 

Feast of fools upon the fodder 

No trompe l'oreil to behold 

Just a wretched drama to unfold 

Gnarled within this mortal coil 

Within which the voracious feebly toil 

Enamored of our own disease 

We revel in our own grotesqueries 

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Dissecting ourselves to find nothing alive 

Just a mass of perversely animated pieces 

Nothing within worthwhile to revive 

We're mired knee-deep in our own fetid feces 

Gorging our gnawing jaws with our own pathological waste 

Like grubs wriggling in the rank feast of decay 

We grind our own bones into dust each futile step we take 

As we inch unseeing through day after day 

Consumer or consumed 

We all end up as chyme and grume 

Upon the fetid mass we choke 

Leaving us in no position to appreciate the sick joke 

Twisted through this mortal coil 

Now our unctuous desserts are brought to a boil 

Somewhere between the living and the deceased 

We gag on the feast of our grotesqueries 

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Too consumed by consumption to see our own ends 

We're all dead and only getting deader 

Digging our own graves into which we gladly descend 

In this cold coil we're shackled and fettered 

As we ingest each others' waste, in a frenzied feeding rush 

Leaving everything sick and dead in our wake 

Devouring each other in ravening, unheeding crush 

As we gorge ourselves on all the tripe and offal we can intake 

Crass menagerie 

Eschatological estuary 

We create each others' atrocities 

In this grotesquery 

Asphyxiated by this mortal coil 

Reaping rancid fruits long since despoiled 

Until our depraved lives at last surcease 

We'll hunger for more grotesqueries