paroles de chanson Drop Top - Devour
Early
at
mourning
I
go
to
the
morgue
I
have
my
breakfast
on
a
dismembered
corpse
Dissecting
its
organs
whistling
as
I
work
Beholding
my
carnage,
I
delight
on
gore
I
love
my
profession
as
mortuary
technician
So
funny,
macabre
and
sick
I
am
alone
when
my
workdays
ends
Corpses
are
my
only
friends
Cemetery
at
midnight
is
my
favourite
place
Disturbing
the
quietus
I
break
open
the
grave
Digging
up
the
coffin,
grabbin
knife
and
fork
Smell
the
putrefaction...
I
feast
on
the
rot
Nocturnal
party
of
greedy
necrophagia
Carving
out
putrid
remains
Ingesting
toxines
from
rotting
exudate
I′m
addicted
to
ptomaine
Extracting
rancid
fats
Used
as
sauce
for
raw
guts
Decrepit
dinner
is
served
I'm
hungry
for
maggoty
flesh
Festered
offals
garnished
with
gall
Gastronomic
funeral
Delicious
taste
of
dead
Gnawned
bones
is
all
that
left
(Repeat
2nd
verse)
Dissect...
Exhume...
Devour...
Vomit!!!
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