Feasting On The Deceased

Dead, rotting corpses from the morgue
Saved for the purpose of eating them
Dead bodies for consumption
I will eat them, the taste of death soothes me

Bloated corpses lie on tables
Soon to be cooked and consumed
I hack them to pieces
Cutting every carcass with my machete
Chunks of blood and flesh
Flying across the room

I find another dead body in the freezer
Take him to the kitchen and let him thaw out
I bite through the lump on his neck
Drinking the pus and eating the gristle

Throw their eyes in a boiling pot
Toss their entrails on the grill
Place their severed limbs in the oven
I bring it to temperature to bake

Cooking dead bodies is so much fun
You taste so much better when you're dead
Your rotted flesh is juicy and tasty
Filleted humans for my dinner
My cannibalistic diet keeps me going
Just something about the taste of rotten flesh
It tastes so good to me and nobody knows why
I find pleasure in eating any dead thing I see

Death tastes so much better than life
My thoughts haunt me day by day
I will kill myself to meet up with death
Suicide is the only way I can stop my fetishes

I cut off all their body parts
I put my mouth to the wounds
Drinking the blood from the corpse
Sucking the blood through it's veins

Mutilated bowel is leaking
Drinking from the severed asshole
I suck the shit through intestine
Bloody diarrhea, the taste of dead people

I taste the flesh of the dead
Feasting on the deceased
My mouth full of blood and guts
I'm turning into a flesh eating zombie