Текст песни Transmuting Chemical Burns

Morning dew on a bloated corpse Distended guts chemmed out for days Over saturated with deathly fluids Hidden treasure in the dawning mist Cornucopia for the dogs Getting higher off the flesh I can taste God on your breath I can feel him in your marrow As I tear strips from your pulped face Foul taste on the back of my tongue Dreaming dead dreams Tripping on corpse Transmuting chemical burns Straight from the source Morning dew on a bloated corpse Distended guts chemmed out for days Over saturated with deathly fluids Hidden treasure in the dawning mist