Whitechapel - Festering Fiesta lyrics

rate me

Staring at the remnants of the concoction of viral fluid<br />

My appetite is repulsive nonetheless I still pursue<br />

I'm basking in the glory I have so desired<br />

I confer your presentation you've bestowed<br />

Rusted tools excising rotting dead<br />

With your corpse I lay caressing<br />

My fun is done. It's time to send you back<br />

I'll slam it six feet deep closer to hell<br />

Descending back into your grave<br />

You've been dismembered. Molested. And maimed<br />

I can breathe again. Erection wearing thin<br />

Looking through the eyes of a necromaniac<br />

A schizophrenic being uniting the dead<br />

A post-mortem oath inscribed on your back<br />

With this oath I've claimed your head<br />

Morbid desires. Finally fulfilled.<br />

Returning to the grave for a second course<br />

Vile stench of dessication forming in my nodes<br />

Chainsaw raping<br />

Bloated carcass<br />

Hacked to pieces<br />

Necromaniac