All Guts, No Glory - Exhumed

Pulverization- bones snap, break, and rend

Trituration- truncheon falls again and again

Castigation- dumbstruck, dazed and contused

Excruciation- blackened, bludgeoned, blinded, and bruised

As hammer to anvil

As hammer…

As hammer to anvil

To anvil…

Agonized- pummeled, crushed, pounded, and beat

Tenderized- cringing, battered human meat

Traumatized- painful, unbearable, ceaseless throbbing

Brutalized- thrashed and subjected to quite a drubbing

As hammer to anvil

As hammer…

As hammer to anvil

To anvil…

Forging death, upon this human anvil

Prepared to smite as I raise the handle

Writhe in pain, at the hammerâ s blow

Hammer fells, like tolling bells

Ring out their dull and pounding knells

The final sounds, youâ ll ever know

I smash your brittle bones to powder

Screams crescendo ever louder

Your shattered torso now gone to bits

A puzzle of pieces that no longer fit

As hammer to anvil

As hammer…

As hammer to anvil

To anvil…

Epicurean pathology

Shattered gross anatomy

Bodily fluids, foul and septic

I sing the body decrepit

Your funeral, my feast

Youâ ll never rest in peace

Tagged, sectioned, then slabbed

Slurp fluids from your body-bag

Repulsive, jaundiced flesh — The stomach-turning sight, that I love best

Necrosis setting in — Discolored, rotting, mottled skin

The weevils writhe and squirm — Your torso now alive with worms

As organs liquefy — I whet my abhorrent appetite

Your funeral, my feast

A masterstroke of rotting meat

My dinner tableâ s where you rest in piece

Your funeral, my feast

Gruesome garnish, moist carnage

Raw bits of human garbage

The chunks seep, they wonâ t keep

Gnashing through, as each piece bleeds

Your decay, my entrée

I wouldnâ t have it any other way

Maggot millet, stuffs your gullet

To please my most deranged of palettes

Splenetic, ghastly taste — The stinking savor of pathological waste

Trypsin and Pepsin marinate — The loathsome bowels I masticate

To dine upon this foul concoction — Requires a taste for extreme unction

But for those who have the stomach — We sate our hunger on tripe and vomit

Your funeral, my feast

A masterstroke of rotting meat

My dinner tableâ s where you rest in piece

Your funeral, my feast

Your funeral, my feast

I see the world through cadaver eyes

Sickened by the sight of all that I despise

Rotting mass devoured by maggots and flies

A ghoulish feast upon the necrotized

I see the world through cadaver eyes

A sucking grave from which nothing will rise

Too late weâ ve just begun to realize

All that we touch, we cause to rot and die

The ichor in which weâ re immured

Clotted, purulent, and impure

Infected well past any hope of cure

This is the world that I see

Decaying for the feasts of parasites

The human wreckage whets their appetites

In the polluted carnage they delight

Our flesh their fetid fantasy

Their fetid fantasy

Through cadaver eyes — the shroud torn back

To view the carnage at which we hack — bleeding black

Through cadaver eyes — see only death

The putrid truth of what is left — rotten flesh

Inhale the crematoryâ s noxious reek

Savor the stench of a world deceased

The taste of slaughter that our palettes seek

To dull the buzzing in our brains

Taste the blight fester within your flesh

With every mouthful that you gasp for breath

Revolted by this wretched world grotesque

And every horror it contains

Every horror it contains

Through cadaver eyes — the shroud torn back

To view the carnage at which we hack — bleeding black

Through cadaver eyes — see only death

The putrid truth of what is left — rotten flesh

Through cadaver eyes — the shroud torn back

To view the carnage at which we hack — bleeding black

Through cadaver eyes — see only death

The putrid truth of what is left — rotten flesh

All the world is a cadaverâ s eye

We crawl like maggots from beneath its stye

Engorged we consume, to be consumed in time

A noisome plague in both death and life

Purulent portents augur decrepit demise

A tumescent terminus draws near

Sloughing skin, boils erupt before your very eyes

Carbuncles and lesions appear

Wracked with infection — excruciated

An affliction which will not abate

Eczemic flesh stripped away — excoriated

A fetid, disease-ridden fate

Moribund, vomiting blood

All over the hospital floor

Not long for this earth, it only gets worse

Physiognomy ridden with sores

Rendered grotesque, thorax fills with cess

Suffering until your demise

Corrode from within, sepsis sets in

Innards begin to liquefy

Too late, face fate- Await, deathâ s gate

Sound the death knell — Sound the death knell

Overripe omens ooze out of your maw

Excrescent expectorate expunged

Sallowed skin, blistered and raw

Hacking up bits of clot-caked gunge

Riddled with welts — suppurated

Day by day this decay sprays its filth

Drain the pus into pans — intubated

Discharging bloody, pyomorphic swill

Feculent, purulent

Rampant infection now grown out of hand

Nauseated, expectorated

Bits of innards floating in your bedpan

Too late, face fate- Await, deathâ s gate

Sound the death knell — Sound the death knell

Disgusting yourself, you turn inside out

Epidermal revulsion takes hold

Prognosis is grim, there can no more doubt

Youâ re soon to be stiff, dead and cold

Vital organs spew forth — regurgitated

Prolapse of bowels, sinew and crud

Sanguineous breath — asphyxiated

Esophagus torn, drown in your own blood

Violent death, terminal breath

The hospital bed now a gore-soaked grave

Your execrable corpse, taken down to the morgue

Fodder for pathologists depraved

Too late, face fate- Await, deathâ s gate

Sound the death knell — Sound the death knell

Life made to imitate art

Disfigured features re-sected upon being torn apart

My cubist rhinoplasty has left you defaced

Any semblance of dignity erased and replaced

The face of death staring at you is only your own

Distorted and twisted to form

The medium of meat, tendon, sinew and bone

Distorted and twisted to form

Eye-sockets rerouted, now to re-wire your shattered jaw

Aesthetic mutilation leaves facial tissue red raw

Gouged, cleft and hacked, now youâ re drastically deformed

Through your grisly countenance, as an objet dâ art you are reborn

The face of death staring at you is only your own

Distorted and twisted to form

The medium of meat, tendon, sinew and bone

Distorted and twisted to form

Sightless eyes — gaze vacantly at the monstrous face in the reflection

Chiaroscuro realized — Obscure art incarnated through unnatural selection

Disintegrating death masque — leering features rearranged disgustingly askew

The work of a hack — your visage gleams with the moist sheen of sanguine and

sinew

The face of death staring at you is only your own

Distorted and twisted to form

The medium of meat, tendon, sinew and bone

Distorted and twisted to form

This olidous odyssey

A macabre descent

Through a mass of necrosis

To reach beyond the end

Suppurative cessation

An ending in gore

Pathological obsession

To reach the rotten core

Tangle of bowels I now unravel deep within

Lost in this carnal labyrinth

Tumescent hive, or just a human rubbish bin

Lost in this carnal labyrinth, I rot within

Serpentine intestines

Their coil unwinds

Mortuous vexation

Is all there is to find

Repugnant, reeking maze

That seems without egress

Enterotome, chisel and bonesaw the keys

To open the abscess

Tangle of bowels I now unravel deep within

Lost in this carnal labyrinth

Tumescent hive, or just a human rubbish bin

Lost in this carnal labyrinth, I rot within

Quagmire in pus

Livor Mortisâ aftermath

Posthumous waste

Culling human chaff

The grotesque grip

Of deathâ s dissolve

Ensnared in entrails

The puzzle unsolved

Tangle of bowels I now unravel deep within

Lost in this carnal labyrinth

Tumescent hive, or just a human rubbish bin

Lost in this carnal labyrinth, I rot within

Throw open the drawers in the dissection ward

Hone the keen of the scalpelâ s dread blade

Scrub down the slab, for toes yet to be tagged

And Y-shaped thoracic incisions to be made

Slice — through the corpses that now lay before us

Postmortem butchery

Hack — through the thorax with bonesaw and pick-axe

Recreational pathology

In death we are brought to this — Dis-assembly line

Our legacy is hacked to bits — Dis-assembly line

On toe-tags our epigraphs writ, reduced to bone, flesh, bowels and shit —

Dis-assembly line

Ribcages shattered, gastric acids spatter

The trocar suctions sebum and bile

Craniotomies botched, cold blood curdles and clots

Staining forceps, hemostat and file

Rend — through cold flesh, never minding the mess

Dis-organized carnal junk heap

Slash — limb, hands, and feet, autopsy incomplete

Just another piece of dead meat

In death we are brought to this — Dis-assembly line

Our legacy is hacked to bits — Dis-assembly line

On toe-tags our epigraphs writ, reduced to bone, flesh, bowels and shit —

Dis-assembly line

Cankered cadavers, strewn in swollen disorder

An abattoir of the deceased

Slaughter the dead, spraying green, black and red

In gastric discharge I stand ankle-deep

Tear — out the brains of the sadistically splayed

Indignities heaped upon their expiration

Shred — unseeing eyes and gash venal, flabby thighs

With macabre, sardonic vexation

In death we are brought to this — Dis-assembly line

Our legacy is hacked to bits — Dis-assembly line

On toe-tags our epigraphs writ, reduced to bone, flesh, bowels and shit —

Dis-assembly line

A shamble of rancid flesh despoiled and left to rot

Another commodity, slaughtered, skinned, and cheaply bought

The scent entices, the necrovores began to slaver

Scavengers buzz and burrow in their putrescent palaver

If you bleed it, they will come

As sharks grown voracious at the scent of chum

Necrotized — anaesthetized

Necrotized — dehumanized

Bile-baiting is childâ s play, second nature of the beast

To serve up a bilious buffet for our feculent, feral feast

A thrill-kill marathon to hyper-stimulate the reptile brain

Tune in, turn on, to a titillating thanatotic refrain

If you bleed it, they will come

To feast upon whatâ s spewed from humanityâ s rectum

Necrotized — desensitized

Necrotized — lobotomized

The mind of morbidity perplexed

Putrefactionâ s pungent, prurient hex

With vivisecting vitriol we vex

Our sordid, soiled, slaughterous secrets

Shocking, septic, sickening scenes, all taken to extremes

Sardonic grins, take the place of outraged screams

When waking nightmare is de rigeur for the daily grind

Waxing grotesque is the best means of killing time

If you bleed it, they will come

To live vicariously through the deaths and lives of scum

Necrotized — commoditized

Necrotized — cadaverized

Necrotized

Necrotopian vision of a world deceased

A tumescent carcass upon which the morbid feast

The salubrious veneer pulled back to reveal

A gruesome hulk of rotting meat where fluids congeal

Truth — without beauty

Cruelty — without beauty

Funereality

Global mass-grave for humanity

Where the ghoulish feed on atrocities

Funereality

Immersed within a miasma of carnage

We chew our way through a quagmire of human garbage

This world belongs to the maggots, weevils and grubs

Who gladly join us in the graves that weâ ve so eagerly dug

Truth — without beauty

Cruelty — without beauty

Funereality

The mass-grave grows exponentially

The voracious feed as the rapacious bleed

Funereality

Our destiny manifest only in autopsies

A landscape of monuments and cemeteries

Befouled air smelling thick of the crematory

Our deadened world laid to rest permanently

Truth — without beauty

Cruelty — without beauty

Funereality

An abattoir of grotesqueries

A planetary mortuary

This is funereality

Desensitized to the necrotized, a trompe-lâ oeil made zombified

Mocking death mask for the mortified -deformed

Repellant rite now sanctified, pallid parody of the putrefied

In formaldehyde death now baptized — reborn

The sickening sight now sanitized

In celebration of the demised

Death unrevealed — decay clumsily disguised

But behind the lurid, leering eyes

Decomposition will arise

So let it be rotten — so let it be done

Behind the shroud decrepitude begun

So let it be rotten — so let it be done

So let it be rotten

So let it be rotten — so let it be done

So let it be rotten

Immured deep within the absurd, beyond the pale obscenely blurred

Rigor mortis sets in undeterred — putrescent

Embalmed in lugubrious repose, as from within you decompose

Unmoved by orchid, lily, or rose — quiescent

The distasteful scent lurks just beneath

The truth of death lay out of reach

Its cold caress — would curdle funeral wreaths

But beyond the mendacious mask youâ ll see

Putrefactionâ s perfidy

So let it be rotten — so let it be done

Within the casket, decay has claimed its throne

So let it be rotten — so let it be done

Death worms its way into the corpse its work begun

So let it be rotten — let it be done