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Aborted – Chronicles Of Detruncation lyrics
A celebration of my perverted mind, your carrion exposed
So calculated, my apparatus gesticulate
Detruncated, your body, a sight to behold
Fueled by disgust, by childhood foretold
A mere corpus, noxious usurper of body parts
A celebration of my perverted mind, your carrion exposed
These chronicles of detruncation
Your innards disposed
So calculated, your date has expired
Exfoliated, why don't you stew in my brew?
Churned innards
A delicacy so refined
I am the grand chef
The orchestrated conductor of your demise
Fueled by disgust, by childhood foretold
A mere corpus, noxious usurper of body parts
Pedigreed, an untimely demise for your breed
As you stew in my pot, your insides boil and rot
A marmalade of post-human glot
Chronicles of detruncation
Now rot, recipes of human ordure
Nothing left but your bits to consume
Chronicles of detruncation
Now rot, recipes of human ordure
Nothing left but your bits to consume
A tasteful consumme with croutons
Your phallus a moldy goulash
So calculated, my apparatus gesticulate
Detruncated, your body, a sight to behold
Fueled by disgust, by childhood foretold
A mere corpus, noxious usurper of body parts
A celebration of my perverted mind, your carrion exposed
These chronicles of detruncation
Your innards disposed
So calculated, your date has expired
Exfoliated, why don't you stew in my brew?
Churned innards
A delicacy so refined
I am the grand chef
The orchestrated conductor of your demise
Fueled by disgust, by childhood foretold
A mere corpus, noxious usurper of body parts
Pedigreed, an untimely demise for your breed
As you stew in my pot, your insides boil and rot
A marmalade of post-human glot
Chronicles of detruncation
Now rot, recipes of human ordure
Nothing left but your bits to consume
Chronicles of detruncation
Now rot, recipes of human ordure
Nothing left but your bits to consume
A tasteful consumme with croutons
Your phallus a moldy goulash
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