[music - Sean McGrath and Leon del Muerte]
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[lyrics - Ross Sewage]
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Necrotic ooze poured from a carafe
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Acquired for a blood bath
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In the morgue lies a treasure trove of lividous compounds decaying
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A trocar suctions out the blood while a sphincter suffers my raking
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With reams of ichor and surplus of f©Ąces, the dead are so giving
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A boundless supply of foetid excretions compels me to lavage the stench of
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the living
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My skin sullied with the filth of life
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Vomit of my pores with which I am rife
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In my crepitated pits bacteria thrive
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Momentarily subdued by this morbid dive
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Cadaverous fats boiled into soap for a rotten lather
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Ensanguine mix of excreta and chyme, the cleanser I have gathered
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Putrescent spilth and human chum squab over the lip of my tub
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Soaking in the dead, skeletal remains exfoliate and scrub
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A cauldron teeming with wasted corse
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This mortal soiled with pus and remorse
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Out, out damned spot, caught red-handed, blood stains so hard to clean
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Arteries pumping crimson kelter, veins to expunge and ream
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A babe from the womb untimely ripped, bereft of life, it's squeezed and
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drained
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Placenta sponging at this corporeal form of which I am ashamed
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Basted organs
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Sebacious glands
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Cooked in a vat
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For a blood bath
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Scour away integument to reveal the fleshy tendons that I'll
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Abrase with cholic acid and with a solvent composed of bile
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Scrub out my gullet with a pro-septic wash that will
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Erase this mired being to be drained with the rest of the swill
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Post-mortem spew and excrement garnish the mort bouillon
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Meliorated with moldered viscera in my dead body lotion
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The necro-emetic concoction, effervescing with unctuous suds
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Desoils me of my besmirched existence, submerged in a basin of blood
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Blood bath
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Blood Bath
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