-------------------- Infectious Cadavers -------------------- Piercing rays of staggering heat Rotten skin dried to leather Decomposing of the cadaver Corpses scattered, left to rot Dense mass-graves, left in the open Wild-life taking their part Tainted bodies, poisonous pulp Brings death to all but the insects Maggots flourish in countless numbers Sickening sights for those unlucky Bodies covered and gormandized Preparing the pupae, zymotic stage This is where a thousand flies are born Nutrified with infected flesh Modified creations that submits disease Mutated infection brings death back to life Dense mass-graves, left in the open Wild-life taking their part Tainted bodies, poisonous pulp Brings death to all but the insects A cesspit of mutated genomes Biotic experiments failed to live Dragged out in the blistering sun And were left to be no more Experiments done on regeneration A cancerous type of viral infection Containment failed, all hell broke loose Living dead bodies passed on to the world This is where a thousand flies are born Nutrified with infected flesh Modified creations that submits disease Mutated infection brings death back to life -------------------- Slaughterhouse -------------------- Welcome to our slaughterhouse It’s okay to feel aroused This is where the humans go Before entering our digestive flow Menus filled With fresh delights Mostly human In small bites Boiler scalds the upper layer of skin Removes all the hair so the slaughter can begin Throat is slit to empty them from blood Pours out in a pretty flood Rip and tear and hack and shear Flesh to grind and skin to tear Hash and mash and stomp your feet In the pool of entrails oh so sweet Menus filled With fresh delights Mostly human In small bites The outmost humiliation The undoing of creation The latest taste sensation There's no salvation The growing trepidation Of this violation In anticipation Of total annihilation Muscle tissue stripped to the bone You won’t be able to survive on your own Organs and skeleton respirated cold To keep you alive, so you can grow old Menus filled With fresh delights Mostly human In small bites The outmost humiliation The undoing of creation The latest taste sensation There’s no salvation The growing trepidation Of this bodily violation In anticipation Of total annihilation -------------------- Cancer of the Dead -------------------- Rising from the open graves of amputated corpses Buzzing ready to spread its filth to those who don’t expect it Bewinged infections, six-legged freaks Entangling soulless plebeian flesh Cancerous entities, sculpturing cavities Vicious new-born larvae hatching abnormalities Blastomic expulsion, tissue propulsion From its ass, bent to harass, a rectal abomination Through the cranium, seed is planted Blood spurting from every orifice Brain and backbone ceased and captured Spastic trotting with flippant beckoning Cancerous entities, sculpturing cavities Vicious new-born larvae hatching abnormalities Blastomic expulsion, tissue propulsion From its ass, bent to harass, a rectal abomination A sinister spawn, reaching out from behind In guts entangled, nerves intertwined Breeding on excrement, processed or not Purged through fistulas, turned into clot Converted to sperm by life animation Then passed on the world through masturbation Cancer of the dead Gasping from within Spreads through fatalities Death to the next of kin You cannot escape Or hide in your shed Your body starts to shape Cancer of the dead Bleeding out your rear Death is just ahead Mandibles appear Cancer of the dead -------------------- Skin -------------------- Flesh, the source of food and pleasure Guts, good to have in ones soup Bones, from them we fashion weapons Brains, the opposite of poop Nails, for decorations and snacks Hair, for clothes and for toilet paper Genitals, something chewy for the dogs Skin, the thing that wraps it in Nothing shall be wasted Every part accounted for The procedure should not be hasted As I sow a suit from a dead skinned whore I am you, in disguise Slaughtered, and then patched together Fashioned into human leather I am you, behind the mask Your skin is mine to wear Appearances we share Craftsmanship in human suits A five year education Degree in skin and flesh Abomination Creating elaborate designs Crotch pockets as a fashion statement Checkered is out, torn is in Striped Caucasian Asian Utilities made from scraps Ties, handbags, belts and taps Cocktail sticks from the bones of the hand Spinal fluid lip gloss Form and function in unison Cutlery from your collar bone Protective gloves from the skin of the feet Buttons made from your teet, YEAH!