Exhumed - In My Human Slaughterhouse Lyrics
By night I return to the storage shed, Anxious to catch a glimpse of the dead,Nervously, I unbolt the door, Making my way into this abatoir... Hot airrushes out the aperture, A putrid gust of flattus and methane, Inhaling therotting fumes as I choke, Hit by a wave of nausea I try to restrain... At lastI regard the bloated stiffs, Terribly dislimbed and deceased, My plumpenedprizes now swollen by putrefaction, A makeshift mortuary for the obese...Their corpulence exceeded solely, By the foulness of their smell, Their girthonly expanded upon in death, The fleshy carcasses bloat and swell...Postmortem hypertrophy plagues the hefty cadavers, Their portly bodies nowthoroughly dead, The incessant buzzing of insects as necrovores slaver, Fillsthe tepid chamber whose walls I've stained red... I hacked through theirlayers of blubbering fat, Some were gutted, some punctured, some razed, When Ifinished I found them decidedly flat, If not yet dead, then at least bleedingand dazed... In this dingy shack I had left them to rot, And then departed theundignified scene, The makeshift crypt they inhabit now fetid and hot, Thecurdling innards turned a sickly shade of green
