Been at the morgue
Four days straight
No rest for my mind
No relief for my cock
Nothing but corpses
Surround me
Their stares
Make me blush
The dead begin to look nice
Blue flesh cold as ice
Their soft touch exhilarates
Butterflies cause erection
They look into my soul
The know what I want most
So many to choose my pick
I am beyond sexually sick
A corpse with long hair
Beautiful flesh
Mouth petrified open
Screams beyond death
Past life massacre
Died horribly
Defiled once in life
And now in the after
As I undressed
I heard under her breath
Please don’t hurt me
Just let me rest
I ignored her pleas
And had my way
I fucked her cunt
Rotten as it was
Cold vulva
Loose Labia grip
A doll for my pleasure
Cum filled bitch
Relief too sensational
I had to do it again
I filled her body up
For weeks on end
The body slowly rotted
Leaking my cum from every pore
She became entirely bloated
I accelerated the decomposition
My sacred necrotic slut
Rotting from too much nut
Months of posthumous fornication
Rapidly accelerating decomposition
Fiery yet fluid, the Pennsylvania band's second LP plays like a supercut of death metal's biggest selling points. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jul 20, 2023