Your Funeral, My Feast

from by Exhumed

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Epicurean pathology
Shattered gross anatomy
Bodily fluids, foul and septic
I sing the body decrepit
Your funeral, my feast
You’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 table’s where you rest in piece
Your funeral, my feast

Gruesome garnish, moist carnage
Raw bits of human garbage
The chunks seep, they won’t keep
Gnashing through, as each piece bleeds
Your decay, my entrée
I wouldn’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 table’s where you rest in piece
Your funeral, my feast

Lead – Matt

Your funeral, my feast

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from All Guts, No Glory, released 05 July 2011

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Exhumed is an American death metal band from San Jose, California, most recently signed to Relapse Records. They were formed ... more in 1990 and spent much of the ensuing decade hacking its way through numerous demos, split CDs, and EPs. The band finally recorded their debut album, the genre re-defining and critic-repulsing "Gore Metal" in 1998.

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