Psychopathologist

Effervescing entrails corroding after years
The stench of the canker brings me no tears
Festering tumours of cancerous decay
Gnawed and chewed by maggots with malicious hate

I like to slide my hand inside your stomach
And rip out the putrid remains
Drink the pus and munch on the internal organs
Until all the casket is drained
It's fun being a pathologist -- slicing up corpses
Especially when they have just been exhumed
I like doing autopsies on festering carcasses
I get high sniffing on all the fumes

The sound of rancid juices sloshing around your coffin
The mould and the gore remind me that you're rotting
Congealed blood clotted around both sets of veins
The beautiful colour of your decomposing brain