Obsessed with the stench
I Love the bed of soil
Soaked in the death
Of Decayed rotten
Corpses
I get mad sometimes
Opening my eyes
Embracing the dead
So many graves
Too much for me
It’s all overwhelming
Which coffin or casket
Should I take my picking?
Screaming at the dead
Brings me pleasure
Unmatched by any
Self righteous human act
I scream loudly
So their souls can hear me
I hate the dead
Puppets for my amusement
I kill their corpses
Lymphatic drainage
Dripping down my mouth
From the succulent
Fruits the body brings
My many tastes
A mere disgrace
to my tongue
I scream at the dead
To get it through to their head
They aren’t alive anymore
Property of mine in my morgue
I take such good care of them
They’ve been left in my hands
I do what I want with them
No one knows what I do to them
My sick obsession
Leaves me thirsty
An embalming cocktail
Gastric juice blend
A heavy dose of reality
Seems to set in
High on the fluids of life
drained from the dead
Screaming louder
To kill them again
Defiling in every way
Mummified in horror
Their corpses wither
As I continue
To drink of their body
Screaming at the dead
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