Scrambled Defuncts - Profaning the Crypts


Tearing out the nailed top of the cobweb-covered coffin 
Numbed of pleasure, I'm staring eagerly at it's contents 
Inhale the damp smell of rot, hard to control my excitement 
Of decomposing half-rotten corpse with vacant eyesockets 

Addiction to ripping of the dead has turned into disease 
Desecration of crypts has become my whole life's need 
Vapours, coming from the dead body, sharpen my feelings 
Catching rotten clothes, putting the body out of the coffin 

Incease the skin on the chest and pierce the chest walls 
No more I'm able to control the desire that's overfilling me 
Begin to slice the thoracic cavity, rip every piece of meat 
My face, covered with sticky pus, looks so loathsome, disgusting 

Stiffened mummy is motionless lying in ridiculous pose 
Enraged, I begin to break the hardened joints, one by one 
Tearing off the dry, putrid skin, turned to grey rags 
Sucking the puslike slime, oozing from bursted tendons 

Violent spasms pierce my body, they're making me mad 
My hands furiously dip into the dense visceral mess 
Affected, I'm staring down at the dead tortured body 
Begin to cut off it's head, stick my knife into the neck 

Brains control my deeds no more, letting off the energy 
Animal instinct now rules my body, makes my dreams come true 
Tearing off the sticking ribs, chop'em with the bones 
Crushed down fragmentized body is now turning to mess 

Breaking the parted head against the wall, looking what's inside 
Devouring the lying clots of rotten cerebral substance 
Having gathered scattered parts of flesh, bones and gristles 
I combust it altogether with the desecrated body remains

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