The Rotting Process

And so it begins
With a pain in my guts
Sweet agony on my visors
The gangrene has awake...
My clean blood takes a bath
With the rotten flesh ov my wounds
Necrotic sweet liquid
Smelling ov death
My blood has been baptized
I see my organs that twist
Died from within
My organs are rotting
Before my skin
No more pain
Only excitement
At the blood that flows
From my wounds...
No more pain!
And so it goes
With a pain in my guts
Passes my limbs
And paralyzes my tendons
And so it goes
With a pain in my body
I want, i need, and
I will cut myself
I see my organs that twist
Died from within
My organs are rotting
Before my skin
No more pain
Only excitement
At the blood that flows
From my wounds...
No more pain!
I see my organs that twist
Died from within
My organs are rotting
Before my skin
No more pain
Only excitement
At the blood that flows
From my wounds...
No more pain!
Rotten from the inner
I WILL CUT MY FLESH!
Rotten from the inner
SMELL THE PUTREFACTION!
Rotten from the inner
NECROTIC SWEET LIQUID!
Rotten from the inner
I WILL CUT MYSELF!



Credits
Writer(s): Randy Cordero
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