The Pompous Parasitic Practitioners: Lugubrious - vox/Luisma - guitar/Ana - guitar/Ramon - bass/Rojas - drums
Recorded live (in a studio) on January 3, 2007:
(Excavating the iliac fossa)
Slicing deep
Into your excoriated abdomen
Slooping guts
When peritoneum is clouen
Your septic iliac fossa I excavate
Morbid organs I want to extirpate
Violently I gouge into the wriggling visceral mass
Dissing up kidneys urine bladder I will slash
Your septic iliac fossa I excavate
Morbid organs I want to extirpate
Corroded by urea macerated in pus
Severed stomach spurting septic juices
This pungent aroma doesn't cause me disgust
Stale hemoglobin & chyme disappear in sluice
Your septic iliac fossa I excavate
Morbid organs I want to extirpate
Removed liver
Genitals are emasculated
Avulsed in pain
your inner core I masticate...........................................................................
(Anatomized)
Surgical dissection
On nameless remains
Tools cut asunder
Exposed insides
The nauseating stench
In the morgue
Is unbearable
Ice cold cadavers
Spill their guts
On the table
Incised epigatrium
Ejecting curdled fluids
Extirpate the appendix
As gall-bladder erupts
Jisgaws amputate
Their rigids limbs
Drilling into their wrists
Putrid anatomy
is clinically spoiled
by pathologists
Medical recipients
Full of bodily slags
Pieces of the corpses
Rest in plastic bags..................................................................................
(Exquisite eschatology)
Suctioning out the fecal detritus
Absorbing copro-emetic grumes
Picking up excremental samples
Bear the fetor of rectal fumes
Fragments of alimentary matter
Contained in the yellowish sludge
Survivors of digestive process
Devoured by intestinal grubs
...Qualmish fecal feast
fecal feast!
Excrement, xysma and rotted offals
Haemorrhage from the eroded rectal wall
GRUME... GRUME...
GRUME... GRUME.............................................................................
(Oozing molten gristle)
Putrefied to the bone
Necrobiosis undergone
Hypostasis stains your back
Livor mortis turns you black
Oozing cavities - foul necrosis of the skin
Rancid Putrilage - vile corruption of the flesh
Nematodes - protozoa
Ileum plagued with bacterial spawn
Reeking ammonia and sulfide
Gas ruptures your soggy insides
Oozing cavities - foul necrosis of the skin
Rancid Putrilage - vile corruption of the flesh
Molten gristle - flaked tissues
Rotting innards leaking foetid fumes
Lard decays ... fermenting entrails
Melting guts ... pungent fluids
Liquefied into mush
Muscles macerated in septic pus
Sticky visceral jelly
Dissolved by autolyctic enzymes
Oozing cavities - foul necrosis of the skin
Rancid Putrilage - vile corruption of the flesh
Molten gristle
dead tissues
Rotting innards
leaking fetid fumes .........................................................................................
(Dissect,exhume,devour)
Early at mourning I go to the morgue
I have my breakfast on a dismembered corpse
Dissecting its organs whistling as I work
Beholding my carnage, I delight on gore
I love my profession as mortuary technician
So funny, macabre and sick
I am alone when my workdays ends
Corpses are my only friends
Cemetery at midnight is my favorite place
Disturbing the quietus I break open the grave
Digging up the coffin, grabbing knife and fork
Smell the putrefaction... I feast on the rot
Nocturnal party of greedy necrophagia
Carving out putrid remains
Ingesting toxins from rotting exudate
I'm addicted to ptomaine
Extracting rancid fats
Used as sauce for raw guts
Decrepit dinner is served
I'm hungry for maggoty flesh
Festered offals garnished with gall
Gastronomic funeral
Delicious taste of dead
Gnawed bones is all that's left
I love my profession as mortuary technician
So funny, macabre and sick
I am alone when my workdays ends
CORPSES ARE MY ONLY FRIENDS
Dissect... Exhume... Devour... Vomit.................................................................................
(I'm a pathologist)
I love my job
as many people do
because of my profession
my sickest dreams came true
They laughed at me
because I am an alcoholic
I hate mankind
I'm totally misanthropic
I am a worker of death
I'm a pathologist
Solo:Under The Knife
I'll meet you when you are dead
My morgue awaits for you
I sniff some cocaine
I'm going to cut you in two
the bistoury in my hand
I'm ready to dissect
Alcohol inside my veins
The feast starts again
I am a worker of death
I'm a pathologist
Pathology is my life
My obsession until I die
I am a worker of death
I'm a pathologist...
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