Song | Chewed To Stubs |
Artist | Broken Hope |
Album | Repulsive Conception |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Griffin, Stanek, Wagner | |
Contined to a lightless cell, locked in solitaire | |
Denied food and water, a cruel form of punishment | |
Expecting me to die, | |
I am never to be fed | |
In thirty days the jailers surprised when | |
I'm not dead | |
I feed upon myself, my body is my repast | |
In gluttony | |
I carouse in my corporeal cuisine | |
Taking in nourishment, literally from head to toe | |
Aside from the hair and pain the mainn course is great | |
Appendages devoured and chewed to stubs | |
The trunk of my gnawed body projecting nubs | |
My own flesh and pith taste delectable | |
As my hunger is satisfied by consuming myself | |
As the days roll on | |
I ration on fodder | |
Nibbling slowly upon my shoulders and arms | |
I have to force myself to self-cannibalize | |
On my meaty parts | |
I gormandize | |
Swallowing lumps of my personal provisions | |
Life prolonged by gorging on my bodily grub | |
What is to be the bill-of-fair tonight? | |
Will it be my left leg or my right? | |
When the captors finally open my sealed cage | |
An astonishing, appalling sight they find | |
Their prisoner disarticulated and terrible gnashed | |
Belly bloated with dissevered bites eaten of my mass | |
My nipples bitten off and ground between my teeth | |
Now I prepare to dine upon my bloody, severed tongue | |
Unable to eat belching erupts from my bloody chops |
zuo ci : Griffin, Stanek, Wagner | |
Contined to a lightless cell, locked in solitaire | |
Denied food and water, a cruel form of punishment | |
Expecting me to die, | |
I am never to be fed | |
In thirty days the jailers surprised when | |
I' m not dead | |
I feed upon myself, my body is my repast | |
In gluttony | |
I carouse in my corporeal cuisine | |
Taking in nourishment, literally from head to toe | |
Aside from the hair and pain the mainn course is great | |
Appendages devoured and chewed to stubs | |
The trunk of my gnawed body projecting nubs | |
My own flesh and pith taste delectable | |
As my hunger is satisfied by consuming myself | |
As the days roll on | |
I ration on fodder | |
Nibbling slowly upon my shoulders and arms | |
I have to force myself to selfcannibalize | |
On my meaty parts | |
I gormandize | |
Swallowing lumps of my personal provisions | |
Life prolonged by gorging on my bodily grub | |
What is to be the billoffair tonight? | |
Will it be my left leg or my right? | |
When the captors finally open my sealed cage | |
An astonishing, appalling sight they find | |
Their prisoner disarticulated and terrible gnashed | |
Belly bloated with dissevered bites eaten of my mass | |
My nipples bitten off and ground between my teeth | |
Now I prepare to dine upon my bloody, severed tongue | |
Unable to eat belching erupts from my bloody chops |
zuò cí : Griffin, Stanek, Wagner | |
Contined to a lightless cell, locked in solitaire | |
Denied food and water, a cruel form of punishment | |
Expecting me to die, | |
I am never to be fed | |
In thirty days the jailers surprised when | |
I' m not dead | |
I feed upon myself, my body is my repast | |
In gluttony | |
I carouse in my corporeal cuisine | |
Taking in nourishment, literally from head to toe | |
Aside from the hair and pain the mainn course is great | |
Appendages devoured and chewed to stubs | |
The trunk of my gnawed body projecting nubs | |
My own flesh and pith taste delectable | |
As my hunger is satisfied by consuming myself | |
As the days roll on | |
I ration on fodder | |
Nibbling slowly upon my shoulders and arms | |
I have to force myself to selfcannibalize | |
On my meaty parts | |
I gormandize | |
Swallowing lumps of my personal provisions | |
Life prolonged by gorging on my bodily grub | |
What is to be the billoffair tonight? | |
Will it be my left leg or my right? | |
When the captors finally open my sealed cage | |
An astonishing, appalling sight they find | |
Their prisoner disarticulated and terrible gnashed | |
Belly bloated with dissevered bites eaten of my mass | |
My nipples bitten off and ground between my teeth | |
Now I prepare to dine upon my bloody, severed tongue | |
Unable to eat belching erupts from my bloody chops |