Laughter From The Morgue 歌词

I Ride In A Hearse, Back To The Morgue A Look Of Presage In My Eyes Shrouds And Pall Hides The Hideous Form I Love To Mangle This Fresh Corpse I Crave For Scrumptions Succulent Tumescent Viscera The Carnage So Callous Scalpels Lancets And Saws Bleeding Punctured Tract In Knee-Chest Postion I Dissect Baleful Intentions Makes Me Chortle With Rapture My Fascinations Are Innate Posthumous Stench Of Molodorous Reek This Rotting Cadaver I Dilate Turgid Innards And Indeliable Pus Abrupt Haemorrhage Brings Me Joy Sickly Secretions Spills To The Floor Come Tomorrow Your Family Will Mourn Deftly As I Defile This Process I Adore Plasma Wets My Palate Extreme Cacosmia I Endure Eviscerate Hepatic Flexury No Incision Tools I Need Lacerated Sigmoid Colon Pyloric Sphinter Are Ripped The Defuct I Shall Dispose Stiff Begins To Decompose Exremities Are Then Hacked And Stuffed In Little Bags