Текст песни Carcass - Pyosified (still Rotten To The Gore)
Carcass - Pyosified (still Rotten To The Gore) слова песни
The lingering scirrhus begins to hardenAs the insides fall prey to putrefactionRotting tissue turns to mush and pulpAs your mind is torn by encephalitisYour cavities rot with ulcersYour infected inflammations tornYour gizzards eaten by incursive decayYou`re infernally rotten to the gore...Juices digested from each pus-swollen poreInsatiable hunger as I feast on the goreNothing gives me greater pleasureThan a bowlful of chymeMaggot infested kidneysAre what I choose every timeThe smell of plaguing infectionIs nauseatingly emeticProlonged spumescence of stale pusStinks like hot, putrid vomitYour body is indurateThe insides are black as tarYour innards gnawed by septic hateNow a mass of empyaemaYour blood is cakedDried and inconsistentYour bloody rotten goreIs now vitrescent