Inhuman Dissections Of Souls

I have found the pleasure in life Trequent with the dead I love their devoted eyes They never tell me lies I crush the corpses Crawl on the graves The smell of death fill my lungs I crush the corpses Crawl on their graves The smell of death fill my lungs Tear up your organs Eating the remains Suck your stinking fingers Soon I will be fed Feel the mush upon my lips Taste the septic bacteria Rotten buried dead Soon I will be fed The maggots dwell on your skin I rip your lovely skull Your flesh putrid and rotten I have found the pleasure in life Tear up your organs Eating the ramains Suck your stinking fingers Soon I will be fed I have found the pleasure in life Frequent with the dead I love their devoted eyes They never tell me lies