Song | Writhe In Putressence |
Artist | Cattle Decapitation |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Astor, Oftedal, Ryan | |
This is the way your life ends? | |
On a slab in my basement | |
Perplexed by your loss of limbs | |
And wondering where your face went | |
Inside my den | |
Random pieces of corpses hanging | |
Traces of boodshed and musculomanglings | |
Osseous tissue, carpals and phalanges | |
A reek so dense | |
The steam that emanates from your breath | |
Is evident | |
Of condensed pheremones excreted by death | |
Post mortal flatulations | |
Tissue gas from fermentation | |
Decrepit-corpus-exhalations | |
Writhing in putressence | |
Oh, the agony? | |
Your lover caged atop my stove | |
Helplessly observing | |
Your dismemberment | |
Inhaling the fumes of human methane | |
With heat on high | |
Simmering and cooked alive | |
Life is hard as an anthropophage in such conditions as this? | |
After infection sets in | |
Intact homeostasis by saline and plasma | |
Spastically writhing in putridity | |
Carefully placed slabs of concrete become a vice | |
Organs and fluid exit your mouth and eyes | |
A complete peristalsis of the systems | |
Mucosal throbbing of every pleura | |
Venous, serous, menstrual-basted in pus | |
In blood and pus we writhe |
zuo qu : Astor, Oftedal, Ryan | |
This is the way your life ends? | |
On a slab in my basement | |
Perplexed by your loss of limbs | |
And wondering where your face went | |
Inside my den | |
Random pieces of corpses hanging | |
Traces of boodshed and musculomanglings | |
Osseous tissue, carpals and phalanges | |
A reek so dense | |
The steam that emanates from your breath | |
Is evident | |
Of condensed pheremones excreted by death | |
Post mortal flatulations | |
Tissue gas from fermentation | |
Decrepitcorpusexhalations | |
Writhing in putressence | |
Oh, the agony? | |
Your lover caged atop my stove | |
Helplessly observing | |
Your dismemberment | |
Inhaling the fumes of human methane | |
With heat on high | |
Simmering and cooked alive | |
Life is hard as an anthropophage in such conditions as this? | |
After infection sets in | |
Intact homeostasis by saline and plasma | |
Spastically writhing in putridity | |
Carefully placed slabs of concrete become a vice | |
Organs and fluid exit your mouth and eyes | |
A complete peristalsis of the systems | |
Mucosal throbbing of every pleura | |
Venous, serous, menstrualbasted in pus | |
In blood and pus we writhe |
zuò qǔ : Astor, Oftedal, Ryan | |
This is the way your life ends? | |
On a slab in my basement | |
Perplexed by your loss of limbs | |
And wondering where your face went | |
Inside my den | |
Random pieces of corpses hanging | |
Traces of boodshed and musculomanglings | |
Osseous tissue, carpals and phalanges | |
A reek so dense | |
The steam that emanates from your breath | |
Is evident | |
Of condensed pheremones excreted by death | |
Post mortal flatulations | |
Tissue gas from fermentation | |
Decrepitcorpusexhalations | |
Writhing in putressence | |
Oh, the agony? | |
Your lover caged atop my stove | |
Helplessly observing | |
Your dismemberment | |
Inhaling the fumes of human methane | |
With heat on high | |
Simmering and cooked alive | |
Life is hard as an anthropophage in such conditions as this? | |
After infection sets in | |
Intact homeostasis by saline and plasma | |
Spastically writhing in putridity | |
Carefully placed slabs of concrete become a vice | |
Organs and fluid exit your mouth and eyes | |
A complete peristalsis of the systems | |
Mucosal throbbing of every pleura | |
Venous, serous, menstrualbasted in pus | |
In blood and pus we writhe |