Song | Open the Abscess |
Artist | Exhumed |
Album | Gore Metal |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Harvey | |
(musick & lyrixxx - Matt Harvey, 1997) | |
Intracranial inflammation tormenting my addled gray matter, Brings the | |
pressure that builds 'til my skulls set to shatter, The vexating, purulent | |
ulcer that plagues the seat of my reason, Pyosisifying my seething brain while | |
the pain keeps increasing... Unaffected by chemotherapy, the infection | |
accelerates, Vomiting, vertigo, assailing me, as my condition deteriorates, | |
Suppurating my sanity, as the pus and my cerebrum coalesce, We must endeavor | |
surgery for pyo-egress... Open the abscess... Fermenting my faculties into a | |
yellowish mass of necrosis, Liquefying my lobes give way to acute | |
cerebro-thrombosis, This consuming malady I lament with a gangrenous | |
consciousness cursed, Pyomorphic longitudinal fissure swells to the brim of a | |
skull fit to burst... Purulent precentral gyrus, consumed by this affliction, | |
Swelling, seething, distended virus, incurable by prescription, Dissect my | |
festered intellect, operate to end my distress, A condition impossible to | |
correct, unless... Open the abscess... This blistered, bulbous inflammation, a | |
blight upon my brain, My mind made up of suppuration, to end this throbbing | |
pain, Crack the cranium, lance the boil, aspirate the pus, Or let me leave | |
this mortal coil in which I am trussed... |
zuo qu : Harvey | |
musick lyrixxx Matt Harvey, 1997 | |
Intracranial inflammation tormenting my addled gray matter, Brings the | |
pressure that builds ' til my skulls set to shatter, The vexating, purulent | |
ulcer that plagues the seat of my reason, Pyosisifying my seething brain while | |
the pain keeps increasing... Unaffected by chemotherapy, the infection | |
accelerates, Vomiting, vertigo, assailing me, as my condition deteriorates, | |
Suppurating my sanity, as the pus and my cerebrum coalesce, We must endeavor | |
surgery for pyoegress... Open the abscess... Fermenting my faculties into a | |
yellowish mass of necrosis, Liquefying my lobes give way to acute | |
cerebrothrombosis, This consuming malady I lament with a gangrenous | |
consciousness cursed, Pyomorphic longitudinal fissure swells to the brim of a | |
skull fit to burst... Purulent precentral gyrus, consumed by this affliction, | |
Swelling, seething, distended virus, incurable by prescription, Dissect my | |
festered intellect, operate to end my distress, A condition impossible to | |
correct, unless... Open the abscess... This blistered, bulbous inflammation, a | |
blight upon my brain, My mind made up of suppuration, to end this throbbing | |
pain, Crack the cranium, lance the boil, aspirate the pus, Or let me leave | |
this mortal coil in which I am trussed... |
zuò qǔ : Harvey | |
musick lyrixxx Matt Harvey, 1997 | |
Intracranial inflammation tormenting my addled gray matter, Brings the | |
pressure that builds ' til my skulls set to shatter, The vexating, purulent | |
ulcer that plagues the seat of my reason, Pyosisifying my seething brain while | |
the pain keeps increasing... Unaffected by chemotherapy, the infection | |
accelerates, Vomiting, vertigo, assailing me, as my condition deteriorates, | |
Suppurating my sanity, as the pus and my cerebrum coalesce, We must endeavor | |
surgery for pyoegress... Open the abscess... Fermenting my faculties into a | |
yellowish mass of necrosis, Liquefying my lobes give way to acute | |
cerebrothrombosis, This consuming malady I lament with a gangrenous | |
consciousness cursed, Pyomorphic longitudinal fissure swells to the brim of a | |
skull fit to burst... Purulent precentral gyrus, consumed by this affliction, | |
Swelling, seething, distended virus, incurable by prescription, Dissect my | |
festered intellect, operate to end my distress, A condition impossible to | |
correct, unless... Open the abscess... This blistered, bulbous inflammation, a | |
blight upon my brain, My mind made up of suppuration, to end this throbbing | |
pain, Crack the cranium, lance the boil, aspirate the pus, Or let me leave | |
this mortal coil in which I am trussed... |