Tangled in Gore tracks



All human life forms are piles
Of stinking, rotting bowels
You now have the choice to die
Or live and rot away
No chance of a painless death
The cancer is starting in your head
It spreads it's seeds through your veins
You'll suffer the most horrible pains
You feel it lowering down your back
Your fingers are starting to turn black
Although you are praying to your god
You will slowly start to rot

Rotting is the only way of life
The stench is of the pus of your wife

You are getting weaker every day
It won't last a day is what they say
As your skin drips from your face
You're a part of rotting human race
You know that it won't last long
As you cough up pieces of lung
As your shit comes through your mouth
Your soul soon will go south

Rotting is the only way of life
The stench is of the pus of your wife


Rotting from the inside out
The pain is intense, you're screaming loud
Bowels are burning, acid burns in your veins
You won't survive but die in pain
Eyes are hurting, turning black
You're decomposing, a human wreck
In agony you're crying out
As you coughed, a lung came out

Pus is flowing from the gastric
The putrid stench of human remains

Your intestines fall out, a bloody mess
Maggots feasting, eating your lost flesh
They crawl into you, via anal ways
Perforating your stomach within a day

Your remained guts have been gone
No more organs left to live on
Your brain is intact, still catching sounds
But there is only pus remaining on the ground

Pus is flowing from the gastric
The putrid stench of human remains


The deceased has been embalmed
Made ready for the family
The outside is still the same
But that's only visually
Formaldehyde been used
The organs have been gone
And the bucket of bowels
Is what we'll dine upon

Sluts masturbating
With bones of the deceased
Their guts no longer needed
Are such delicious meat
The necronymphomaniac who sees the coffin
With the corpse over the ...
She likes them soft and cold
She climbs into the coffin
Starts licking his putrid cock
Sucking it so heavily
It suddenly comes off

Deformed dwarfs are juggling
With separated heads
Distorted, morbid unlookers
Never more so glad
Steaming pits of defecation
Filled with corprophiliacs
Copulating abominations
A Gorefest at it's climax


Closed casket service has been asked for
Because her face has been deformed beyond belief
Stash the body down in the basement
And fill the coffin with rocks
Two hours later you are alone
Your perverted mind is taking control
Tip the clothes off the corpse
Make sure your dick is hard

Look at her body, tangled in gore
Touch her vagina, now you want more
Kiss her tits stiff and sm...
And lift her body against the wall

Hang her on hooks so that she won't fall
Screw that cold one is what you want for all
When you are done you make her disappear
Closed casket service is what you want to hear