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[Musick & Lyrixxx - Matt Harvey]
Your dry throat creaks without a saliva to
sputter
As your pulpy dehydrated tongue soundlessly
threshes
Days without sustenance spent shackled and
fettered
Emaciated torso aches for the warm taste of
flesh...
I will make a meal of you, your hunger I'll sate
Saw off your leg at the knee to put on your
dinner plate
Try not to wince at the pain that you feel
As I mince up your calf to prepare your next
meal...
Cauterise the gargled wound to stave off the
haemorrhage
You should savor the thought of your repast
Choke down this bitter meal in spite of your
revulsion
Though how long can your source of food last?
Keeping yourself alive as you're force-fed your
own flesh
If you don't eat up, you're truly dead meat
Legs turned to stumps, bloody drinks gargled in
clumps
In this case you really are what you eat...
AUTOPHAGOUS GLUTTONY
CULINARY PATHOLOGY
DIETARY BUTCHERY
CONSUMING IMPULSE
Ingest your corpse to be...
Quadriplegic you feed as your dinner is served
Waste not ; want not, though there's not much to
conserve
Severed and severely served upon a platter of
splatter
After a while the source of the sustenance barely
even matters...
Now a half-eaten torso gorged to the glut
Piece by piece you are fed the chicest cuts
As the dinner-bell rings your bloody chops are
feverishly licked
At the sight of your own roasted fat turned and
browned on a spit...
Your own meat in your mouth tastes bitter and
internecine
Noxious and moist, you get a taste of your own
medicine
Gnashing, pieces of your limbs with delight
Digesting your death with each grotesque bloody
bite
What's eating you? The question seems to moot
Scraping chunks of your feet out of your
blood-soaked sopping boot
Bash open bones picked clean to suckle at the
marrow
As your culinary milieu of options inexorably
narrows...
AUTOPHAGOUS GLUTTONY
CULINARY PATHOLOGY
DIETARY BUTCHERY
CONSUMING IMPULSE
Ingest your corpse to be...
Feeding time comes again, the thorax falls victim
to this slaughter
Blood, pus and sebum replace wine, whiskey and
water
Sometimes survival will cost you an arm and a leg
Your spittle running, red with bits of reeking
bloody dregs...
[Lead - Mike]
Masticate your own genitals, choke on your
bludgeoned testicles
With a hunger that will not be denied
The sweetest of meats is your soft, fatty teats
That I'll be stuffing your face with tonight
Puking up your own skin, just to devour it again
Is a treat you'll save for dessert
Fresh meat for your lunch, fibula cracked,
drained and crunched
As your overstuffed gullet gasps and blurts...
Your crudely resected anatomy is a wretched
grisly sight
But your stumps once arms just whet your appetite
Nibbling at the sinews of your bloody forearms
and wrists
Ravenously devouring your shredded survival in
fleshly chunks and meaty
bits...
Eviscerate yourself to gnaw at your own
intestines
Bones from severed fingers facilitate this
haphazard self-dissection
Clutch at grume inside your bowels with
half-eaten grubby stumps
Pulling out the repugnant meal in grotesque
tumescent clumps...
Remaining fingers prying off your succulent
gouged out gums
Gnaw at your stringy cheek lining and masticate
your insatiable tongue
But the pieces you ingest in carnivorous abandon
Fall out of the gaping that you have torn in your
intestines
Gnash the meat from your avulsed face in a
frenzied rush
No genitals, no feet, no legs, no appendage left
uncrushed
Half-eaten tongue oozes spittle down your face -
your hunger undiminished
Only when your partially devoured innards
prolapse will this meal at last be
finished
AUTOPHAGOUS GLUTTONY
CULINARY PATHOLOGY
DIETARY BUTCHERY
CONSUMING IMPULSE
Excrete your corpse to be...
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