Cannibal Corpse - Under the Rotted Flesh lyrics
[Cannibal Corpse - Under the Rotted Flesh lyrics]
Under the flesh rot
My lust for decayed corpses
Bodies exhumed, coldness induces me
Endless defilement, re-occurring relapses
Perverse with the dead
Soon I will kill for myself
Impending suffering
Spasms are shooting through me
Nausation, cannibalistic necrophile
Violating the body, putrefied, moldering
Gorging on the rotted flesh
Cutting off the body's head
Drinking from it's severed neck
As I rip the corpse in half
Human shit for nourishment
Coprophagia, consuming feces
Of the dying, as their bowels let loose
Defecation flows down, excremental ingestment
Reflections of things to come
Mirrored in the dead one's eye
Fantasy of murder, incarnated wounds
Blood on skin coagulated
Tortured of the retched
No one cares of the dead
Palling odor wreaking, piles of rotted bodies
Bodies prepared for slaughter
Wallowing in your own blood
Grinding of your fingers and toes
Feeding on your meat
Immerse my sharpened implement into
A fresh bleeding gash
Body used for my sick desires, blood thirst
Can't control many more must suffer
Disposal of the dead, corpse chopped to bit's
Licking up the drivel, the gore enrages me
All I kill a new creation
My work of art bodies torn apart
Liver quivering at my feet
Eyelids cut off to watch
Your own dismemberment
Cutting through arteries
Nerves exposed, feel the power of pain
My lust for decayed corpses
Bodies exhumed, coldness induces me
Endless defilement, re-occurring relapses
Perverse with the dead
Soon I will kill for myself
Impending suffering
Spasms are shooting through me
Nausation, cannibalistic necrophile
Violating the body, putrefied, moldering
Gorging on the rotted flesh
Cutting off the body's head
Drinking from it's severed neck
As I rip the corpse in half
Human shit for nourishment
Coprophagia, consuming feces
Of the dying, as their bowels let loose
Defecation flows down, excremental ingestment
Reflections of things to come
Mirrored in the dead one's eye
Fantasy of murder, incarnated wounds
Blood on skin coagulated
Tortured of the retched
No one cares of the dead
Palling odor wreaking, piles of rotted bodies
Bodies prepared for slaughter
Wallowing in your own blood
Grinding of your fingers and toes
Feeding on your meat
Immerse my sharpened implement into
A fresh bleeding gash
Body used for my sick desires, blood thirst
Can't control many more must suffer
Disposal of the dead, corpse chopped to bit's
Licking up the drivel, the gore enrages me
All I kill a new creation
My work of art bodies torn apart
Liver quivering at my feet
Eyelids cut off to watch
Your own dismemberment
Cutting through arteries
Nerves exposed, feel the power of pain