Cannibal Corpse - Covered With Sores

COVERED WITH SORES Chris Barnes Bleed on me, digesting the clotted scabs Blood thirsty Ungodly Passing on my curse, the spell pussing gores Of those I infect become my loyal servants To ride me of my own rot Whittling meat from the bones of the dead Pulverizing pelvic regions with a sledge The mutilated bodies I leave rotting after I Have fucked them with my knife Becoming a product of my own nigtmares A bleeding sac of infection, years deceased I hide my slobbering skin Covered by a victims flap I love to watch the blood ooz down the bodies stump Like scap, a vulgar way of life, my hideous side Now revealed Remembering the future is the key to unlock my past Leaking membrane, consuming bodies Carving out the cunts, blood my lubrification Spewing pus on rotted skin I celebrate my Cruelty, boils begin to form, dripping on my tongue Swallowing throbbing glands, the juice leaks from My lips, my only thirst is pus eruption of cysts Incurable disfigured bodies, I rape the dying Horrific sights now manifest, penetrating inner organs The ruptured organs leak the fluid that I seek To break the incantation of my damnation Split wide open, bloated organs burst Nerves uprooted, re-opening healed wounds On my body Sucking on the sores Ingesting my own fluids Self-parasitic puss indulgement