Wake up and Smell The ... Carcass pt 2


TOOLS OF THE TRADE 

                                       (Music: Steer, Amott)
                                         (Lyrics: Walker) 

                                         Steel skin clips,
                                      Forceps, grooved awls,
                                        Retractors, needle,
                                        Gouges and saws, 

                                         Intestinal clamps,
                                         Blunt disectors,
                                          Scalpels, pins,
                                       Toothed directors... 

                                        Tools of the trade,
                                        Forceps and blades,
                                         Skilfully lathed,
                                         For us to maim... 

                                        Bone levers, spikes,
                                        Malleable scoops,
                                        Plates and chisels,
                                        Screws and spoons, 

                                        Drills, raspatories,
                                        Files and durettes,
                                         Guillotines, gags
                                    And compression forceps... 

                                        Tools of the trade,
                                       Ripping the rib-cage,
                                       To remissly lustrate,
                                       So pleased to maim... 

                                 (lead: Maim to please by W.G. Steer) 

                                   (lead: Up to the hilt by M. Amott) 

                                        Retractors, mallets,
                                       Rugines and benders,
                                          Chisels, rods,
                                       Sharps and catheters, 

                                        Trephines, undines,
                                         Irons and styrups,
                                       Depressors, tongues,
                                         Sterile cat-gut... 

                                        Tools of the trade,
                                       Stainless steel blades,
                                       Painstakingly lathed,
                                     We're so pleased to maim

PYOSISIFIED
                                    (ROTTEN TO THE GORE) 

                                      (Music: Steer/Walker)
                                      (Lyrics: Walker/Steer) 

                                The lingering scirrhus begins to harden
                                As the insides fall prey to Putrefaction
                                Rotting tissue turns to mush and pulp
                                As your mind is torn by encephalitis 

                                    Your cavities rot with ulcers
                                  Your infected inflammations torn
                                Your gizzards eaten by incursive decay
                                 You're infernally rotten to the gore 

                              Juices digested from each pus swollen pore
                                Insatiable hunger as I feast on the gore
                                  Nothing gives me greater pleasure
                                      Than a bowlful of chyme
                                     Maggot-infested kidneys
                                   Are what I choose every time 

                         The smell of plaguing infection is nauseatingly emetic
                                 Prolonged spumescence of stale pus
                                    Stinks like hot, putrid, vomit 

                                       Your body is indurate
                                     The insides as black as tar
                                 Your innards gnawed by septic hate
                                     Now a mass of empyaema 

                                        Your blood is caked
                                      Dried and inconsistent
                                      Your bloody rotten gore
                                         Is now vitrescent 


HEPATIC TISSUE FERMENTATION II 

                                    (Music: Owen/Steer/Walker)
                                         (Lyrics: Walker) 

                              Orally force fed, until cirmocis is induced,
                               Fatal renal failure, bleeds like a sluice... 

                             Spewing blood as the gallbladder extrudes... 

                              Alcoholic poisoning, bloated lobules burst,
                         Toxins flood the stomach, in diffluence submerged... 

                             Coughing waste as the wrecked colon tears... 

                                   The blood now critically proof,
                                   Neural cells fatally quenched,
                                    Drowning in split retention,
                                     Hepatic tissue ferments... 

                                        Poisoned retention,
                                        With intoxication... 

                                      Inflamed nephrons burst,
                                   Your conditions getting worse,
                                       Chronically diffused,
                                     Your liver you will lose... 

                              Bodily distillation, as emerged flesh reacts,
                            With alcoholic contents, in your urinary tract... 

                            Dripping fluid as the decrepit appendix weeps... 

                              Matter turns to fluid, intoxicating ablution,
                          Bilary dehydration, as the innards turn to solution... 

                             Bleeding urine as the inflamed bladder rips... 

                                   The blood now critically proof,
                                   Neural cells fatally quenched,
                                    Drowning in split retention,
                                     Hepatic tissue ferments... 

                                          Contamination,
                                        Foul circulation... 

                                        Alcohol force fed,
                                     Goes straight to your head,
                                       Brain tissue damaged,
                                   Fused with alcoholic sewage... 

                                        In a stupor you die,
                                     Your brain lobes you fry... 

                                  (Inebriating melody by W.G. Steer) 


                    15.   Genital Grinder II

HEPATIC TISSUE FERMENTATION II 

                                    (Music: Owen/Steer/Walker)
                                         (Lyrics: Walker) 

                              Orally force fed, until cirmocis is induced,
                               Fatal renal failure, bleeds like a sluice... 

                             Spewing blood as the gallbladder extrudes... 

                              Alcoholic poisoning, bloated lobules burst,
                         Toxins flood the stomach, in diffluence submerged... 

                             Coughing waste as the wrecked colon tears... 

                                   The blood now critically proof,
                                   Neural cells fatally quenched,
                                    Drowning in split retention,
                                     Hepatic tissue ferments... 

                                        Poisoned retention,
                                        With intoxication... 

                                      Inflamed nephrons burst,
                                   Your conditions getting worse,
                                       Chronically diffused,
                                     Your liver you will lose... 

                              Bodily distillation, as emerged flesh reacts,
                            With alcoholic contents, in your urinary tract... 

                            Dripping fluid as the decrepit appendix weeps... 

                              Matter turns to fluid, intoxicating ablution,
                          Bilary dehydration, as the innards turn to solution... 

                             Bleeding urine as the inflamed bladder rips... 

                                   The blood now critically proof,
                                   Neural cells fatally quenched,
                                    Drowning in split retention,
                                     Hepatic tissue ferments... 

                                          Contamination,
                                        Foul circulation... 

                                        Alcohol force fed,
                                     Goes straight to your head,
                                       Brain tissue damaged,
                                   Fused with alcoholic sewage... 

                                        In a stupor you die,
                                     Your brain lobes you fry... 

                                  (Inebriating melody by W.G. Steer) 


EXHUME TO CONSUME 

                                          (Music: Owen)
                                         (Lyrics: Walker) 

                                      Grimly I dig up the turfs
                                   To remove the corrupted stiffs
                                  Trying to contain my excitement
                                  As I desecrate graveolent crypts...
                                     Fingers claw at coffin lids
                                      Eager festal exhumation
                                 Hugging your wry, festered remains
                                 With post-humous joy and elation...
                                   Body snatched, freshly interred
                                     Whatever takes my fancy
                                    To satisfy my gratuitous pica
                                     My culinary necromancy...
                                     Scrutinised then brutalised
                                 My forensic inquisition is fulfilled
                                   My recipe is now your epitaph
                                   Be it fried, boiled or grilled... 

                                   I devour the pediculous corpse
                                   Whetting my palate as I exhume
                                 The festering stench of rotting flesh
                                  Makes me drool as I consume... 

                                          Caskets I grate
                                        My larder's a grave
                           I'm sickly obsessed (with the badly decomposed)
                                       Rotten remains I eat
                                          Purulent meat
                                  What a funeral feast (putrid reek) 

                                     Weeping tissue is stripped
                                     Pus dribbles from my lips
                                   Pulverising this pustular chaff
                              Butchering up morgue's makes me laugh... 

                                      Ulcerated flesh I munch
                                    Rotting corpses are my lunch
                         On bones I love to crunch (on the badly decomposed)
                                      Shrivelled innards I lick
                                      The corpse's head I kick
                               Crumbling shreds I pick (eat the stiffs) 

                          (Solo: morbid melody for the deceased with salt to taste) 

                                   Rancid flesh, slaughter the dead
                                       - Caskets exhumed...
                                Corpses disinterred, graves disturbed
                                         - To consume... 

                                  Bereaved relatives are not amused
                          As on their dearly departed I feverishly consume... 

                                Slavering worms, decomposure burns
                                  Corrosion born, as bacteria gnaw 

                                           Desecrate...
                                Precipitate... (from the muddy grave)
                                           Macerate...
                                           Eviscerate... 

                                          Caskets I grate
                                        My larder's a grave
                           I'm sickly obsessed (with the badly decomposed)
                                       Rotten remains I eat
                                          Purulent meat
                                  What a funeral feast (putrid reek) 

                                   Saponified fats, nibbled by rats
                                       - Freshly exhumed...
                               Deep down six feet is where I like to eat
                                    - Human flesh to consume...