Immaculate Defecation

Song Immaculate Defecation
Artist Impaled
Album Dead Shall Dead Remain

Lyrics

作曲 : McGraht
The colon explodes with diarrheal sepsis
Anal leakage ecstactically shed
A stenching mass of post-bolal rot
Corn laced reeking ano-gastric snot
Your skivvies besmirched with foetid mung
Liquid viscous, peanut dotted dung
Your rectum protrudes from its now swollen rim
Your diapers are filled to the brim
Virgophrenic ass
Through which the sludge is passed
Colypeptic chyme
It always hurts the first time
Defecate, remove the dregs
Terminal colorrhagia
With an afterbirth of chyle
Saponaceous foam
To you lips, bring a smile [solo: "Manual Deinstallation of Ordure from Partially Decrepit Bungs" by L.d. Muerte]
Table manners lacking in grace
Your fingers used to stuff your face
Your breech still emitting rancorous poo
Pour another bowl of butthole stew
Your anus wiped clean with antiseptic pads
Depuration of faegalical clots
Powdered with talc, your bilge takes on a pallor
Decrepitation, a sickening false alarm
Digested pablum disposed of with haste
Bursting at the seams, a bag full of waste
Decontaminated, to try and make amends
You're bound to fill your trousers again

Pinyin

zuò qǔ : McGraht
The colon explodes with diarrheal sepsis
Anal leakage ecstactically shed
A stenching mass of postbolal rot
Corn laced reeking anogastric snot
Your skivvies besmirched with foetid mung
Liquid viscous, peanut dotted dung
Your rectum protrudes from its now swollen rim
Your diapers are filled to the brim
Virgophrenic ass
Through which the sludge is passed
Colypeptic chyme
It always hurts the first time
Defecate, remove the dregs
Terminal colorrhagia
With an afterbirth of chyle
Saponaceous foam
To you lips, bring a smile solo: " Manual Deinstallation of Ordure from Partially Decrepit Bungs" by L. d. Muerte
Table manners lacking in grace
Your fingers used to stuff your face
Your breech still emitting rancorous poo
Pour another bowl of butthole stew
Your anus wiped clean with antiseptic pads
Depuration of faegalical clots
Powdered with talc, your bilge takes on a pallor
Decrepitation, a sickening false alarm
Digested pablum disposed of with haste
Bursting at the seams, a bag full of waste
Decontaminated, to try and make amends
You' re bound to fill your trousers again