"Faeces of Death"  Parental Advisory genre: Death Metal
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	When a mortician becomes bored with human anatomy, he decides to make a few additions of his own... namely, more poo!
	CD: The Dead Shall Dead Remain   Label: Necropolis Records Credits: Music: Sean McGrath, Leon del Muerte / Lyrics: Sean McGrath
	Story Behind the Song People are already full of crap metaphorically, why not do it for real? Beautifying death is a waste, let the mourners see the bereaved as the shit they are! Lyrics Desiccated flesh I peruse Your vacuous form is devoid of all life Poetry in motions As yet another stiff goes under the knife Soaked in the fluids of the dead Mucous, blood, and pus Your abdomen a quagmire of maturating chyme With preservatives and soaps your innards I flush Melting organs degenerate into foam This unctuous melange is disgorged into tureens Down the drain, your insides wash away A cold empty shell, the slate is wiped clean Incruental - exsanguinated husk Intubated - a trocar is thrust ncarnadine - with offal you'll erupt Your carcass I'll corrupt Despumated - your ribcage is swabbed Detumescence - in solidifying globs Devenustated - you've lost all your charm In my incapable hands you will surely come to harm Your evacuated torso is stuffed With soiled toilet tissue, balled into clumps Diarrhea is imbued with a smile With my conspurcate concoction, your body I defile Inundated arteries now burst In festering excreta, immersed Your body is awash in disease When I'm alone in the morgue, I do as I please Plugs of cotton soak up minor spills (you're quite a mess) The rich, foamy lather of putrefying bungs Your fetor is inhaled with a thrill (I can't protest) The flatulent bouquet matures in my lungs Exspiscating - my work didn't take Exundated - the sutures proceed to break Exspuition - the contents are purged Flesh and fæces are merged (solo: "Full of Shit" by S.C. McGrath) Embalmed with septic mung Capillaries choked with dung A piss poor excuse for an open casket funeral Abdomen is sunken in My fÅ“tid breath is laced with gin Your cadaver on display for the bereaved to mull

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