In My Human Slaughterhouse... Lyrics - Gore Metal Redux: A Necrospective [re-recorded Version] - Exhumed

By night I return to the storage shed, Anxious to catch a glimpse of the dead, 

Nervously, I unbolt the door, Making my way into this abatoir... Hot air 

rushes out the aperture, A putrid gust of flattus and methane, Inhaling the 

rotting fumes as I choke, Hit by a wave of nausea I try to restrain... At last 

I regard the bloated stiffs, Terribly dislimbed and deceased, My plumpened 

prizes now swollen by putrefaction, A makeshift mortuary for the obese... 

Their corpulence exceeded solely, By the foulness of their smell, Their girth 

only expanded upon in death, The fleshy carcasses bloat and swell... 

Postmortem hypertrophy plagues the hefty cadavers, Their portly bodies now 

thoroughly dead, The incessant buzzing of insects as necrovores slaver, Fills 

the tepid chamber whose walls I've stained red... I hacked through their 

layers of blubbering fat, Some were gutted, some punctured, some razed, When I 

finished I found them decidedly flat, If not yet dead, then at least bleeding 

and dazed... In this dingy shack I had left them to rot, And then departed the 

undignified scene, The makeshift crypt they inhabit now fetid and hot, The 

curdling innards turned a sickly shade of green 

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