The discharge floweth forth
From rancid puncture wounds
Oceans of ichor drench
The confines of this torture room
Bottomless lacerations painted
Upon thine sculpted flesh
How beauteous the human form
Before the threshold of death
Oh, immaculate are
The workings beneath the skin
But so orgasmic is
The termination of life within
The living autopsy
Upon the gurney writhes
An anatomical delight
Only such agony
Shall make a whole of me
Bile putrefying innards
Ripening before my eyes
Caressing your pale porcelain visage
The mastication of the rot
Brings forth a climax
The saw teeth gnaw away at the vertebrae
Freeing my prize from its somatic captor
The living autopsy upon the gurney writhes
An anatomical delight
Only such agony
Shall make a whole of me
Rigid corpse upon the slab
Bloodless and decapitated
'Neath my feet you soon shall rest
Slumbering in the black abyss
The wretched sacrament now complete
A strong comment here is specific: the phrase you keep hearing, the mood you come back for, or the reason this song stays in rotation.
Sign in to post the first listener note. Reporting stays open to everyone.