作曲 : Astor, Ryan, Serbian
with a hose no one will ever find you 
The smell of your carrion hangs low in the street weeks of returning to relax in the meat 
Butchery/morgue meets day-spa retreat 
The smell of the carnage begin the excretement 
Choice picked tidbits of ligaments 
I mix for an afternoon sludge soup constantly craving, needing to eat shit 
No escape from this place life condemned to rot pulpy ulcerous filaments gagged snot and clots