Creeping through the dark streets
Enter the morgue with a hunger for meat
f**k the newly deceased I need the ones
that
have been dead for ten weeks
Tearing and gashing a limbless torso
Voraciously stuffing my face with gray flesh
The next
victim of aids
This feast will be held indiscriminately
Moving from corpse to corpse puncturing
Violently, biting, chomping,
gnawing on filthy meat
gore soaked, drooling pus, satisfied but not content
To my delight I find and infant corpse without a
head
I begin to feel bile collect in my throat
This liquid filled infant is sure to please me
I thrust my red knife in its
half decayed chest
I'll begin with the heart then devour the rest
Coughing up rancid pieces of meat
Pus drip my hose I start
to feel weak
I proceed to vomit this gut-wrenching feast
My insides along with the festering meat
A chunk of intestine lodged in
my throat
I slice my own neck as I start to choke my stomach and vessels seep from my neck
blood pours from my face as I approach
death
Blood churning out of my face
and spilling on the floor
The pain intense yet, I still hunger for more
As I fall
dying I grab handfuls of tainted meat
I must gorge engorge these putrid steaming
mounds of flesh
Choking on the flesh of the
dead
Insanity is my disease [x5]
I lie dead amongst carnage
but this feast isnt complete
the vermin and maggots
will
consume whats left of me
rats gnawing, bugs crawling
my dirty flesh is the feast
these insects and rats will reduce me to
bones