Lord Gore

Lord Gore - Gastric Gore-met lyrics

rate me

Welcome to my kitchen, it crawls with disease.

But people come for miles to consume the sick cuisine.

A taste for the exotic, delicously grotesque.

For a price you can obtain anything you can ingest.

Ruptured blister creme brulee.

Blood jellied ass-grapes, smegma gravy. cream of

cycsts.

Extruded bowel giblets, cannabalistic smorgasbard.

A banquet of the finest gore. laced with poisons to

addict.

So good that it makes you sick.

Guts gorged with viscera, and half rotten slop.

Cuts glazed with sputum, coagulated sperm slick.

Fresh from the sewer comes our catch of the day.

Coney island whitefish with syphilitic dickcheese

souffle.

Gonorreah clam-dip, oysters on the half lip.

Bile slathered fish-and-chips, infected abcess

molasses.

Pathogenic binge and purge, indulge the most disgusting

urge

Necrophagic fantasy, culinary mortuary.

Itching, with dritiphilist distress, you simply cant

defy.

Consuming disease ridden flesh

Leaves your hunger pacified...

This affliction has no cure

Bizarre, compulsive and obscure.

The lust for pathogenic waste

Is truly an eccentric taste.

Cannabilistic smorgasbord.

A banquest of the finest gore.

Laced with poisons to addict.

So good that it makes you sick, suck nipple slurp and

lick

When you expire you become the next coarse.

Get this song at:  amazon.com  sheetmusicplus.com

Share your thoughts

0 Comments found