Exhumed - Consuming Impulse Lyrics
Your dry throat creaks without a saliva to sputterAs your pulpy dehydrated tongue soundlessly threshesDays without sustenance spent shackled and fetteredEmaciated torso aches for the warm taste of flesh...I will make a meal of you, your hunger I'll sateSaw off your leg at the knee to put on your dinner plateTry not to wince at the pain that you feelAs I mince up your calf to prepare your next meal...Cauterise the gargled wound to stave off the haemorrhageYou should savor the thought of your repastChoke down this bitter meal in spite of your revulsionThough how long can your source of food last?Keeping yourself alive as you're force-fed your own fleshIf you don't eat up, you're truly dead meatLegs turned to stumps, bloody drinks gargled in clumpsIn this case you really are what you eat...AUTOPHAGOUS GLUTTONYCULINARY PATHOLOGYDIETARY BUTCHERYCONSUMING IMPULSEIngest your corpse to be...Quadriplegic you feed as your dinner is servedWaste not ; want not, though there's not much to conserveSevered and severely served upon a platter of splatterAfter a while the source of the sustenance barely even matters...Now a half-eaten torso gorged to the glutPiece by piece you are fed the chicest cutsAs the dinner-bell rings your bloody chops are feverishly lickedAt the sight of your own roasted fat turned and browned on a spit...Your own meat in your mouth tastes bitter and internecineNoxious and moist, you get a taste of your own medicineGnashing, pieces of your limbs with delightDigesting your death with each grotesque bloody biteWhat's eating you? The question seems to mootScraping chunks of your feet out of your
