Pulling the morbid stiffs From the damp, sepulchral tomb Harvesting the rotten My vocation, to exhume Methanous tissues removed With procedures so emetic A sordid conflagration Your corpse is quite pathetic Dissecting body parts, disinhumed As my head starts to reel from the fumes Consuming the cadaverous chyme Sopped up from the crypt I morbidly dissect As jellified muscles are ripped Oozing thoracic pulp Is thoroughly molested Engorged with cankerous phlegm I've left you quite congested Grinding the dead into slaw As formaldehyde drips from my maw Committing your remains to the mud Eternally, you'll rot You're only flesh and blood Your remnants are boxed [solo: "One Foot in the Grave" by S.C. McGrath] Bones have been picked [solo: "Distressed Fallopian Discharge Bottled and Sold" by L.d. Muerte] Your carnage interred [solo: "Uglinous Erosion of Necrocellular Proteins" by S.C. McGrath] A botched, necrotic wreck