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PUTRID LYRICS
"Exhumation" (1991 Demo)
1. Exhumation
2. Troubolous Gloom
3. Abhorrent Creation
4. Carnal Enjoyment
1. Exhumation
Sounds of digging at the smoggy graveyard
I open the grave with smile on my face
Embracing with the corpse
Graceful smells drugs my mind
Exhumation…
Digging up the puffy corpse
Dissection…
Of the edenatous cadaver
Evisceration…
With my hands
Disruptive sounds…
I rip out the bowels
Fluids of rotting conkers
Flowing over my hands
Putrid reek of decayed abscesses
Cadaveric rigidity of atrophic arm
Repeat chorus
I cut the limbs with handsaw
I throw the ecolous body to decompose
At the bottom of the grave
2. Troubolous Gloom
Monumental realm ubiquity
Where lifeless floats
Inside the labyrinth of extremity
Pathless immobility of infinity
Mortal remains in glowing goodness
Moribund entity in nocturnal malice
Silent growls in eternal dismay
Swallowed in dismal darkness
Chorus
Reduce to eternity
Troublous voidness
Revel in sorrow
Lucid distress
Vanishing deification of deformation
Where souls mourn in misery
Down to vacuum of numbness
Where only pleasure is pain
3. Abhorrent Creation
Vital signs in ischemic lips
Morbific eructation
Jointless limb maiming the air
Trying to get the grip on me
Mucus head turning to me
Inanimate stare watching
My Abhorrent Creation
Morbidly vomiting deformity
Mucus flowing over
Born to be consumed with blasphemy
Exploding veins – closing eyes
Struggling to live
Ripped flesh – torn apart
Screams of agony
Slowly – passing away
Suffocate in its own mush
Embodiment of nonviable abnormality
Aversion makes mo vomit
Overgrowing carnal masterpiece
Gastric fluids spraying
Biotomy of agonal
Entrails pulling out
Repeat chorus
4. Carnal Enjoyment
I don’t know what went wrong
Something just snapped in my head
I had this crazy idea
Full of filthy lust
I break in mortuary
A small lunch at there
Flesh so cold like ice
With rusty razor
I’ll punch the gastric
Blood splash to my face
Pungent smell stun me
Chorus
Carnal enjoyment
Carnal enjoyment
Denture in my mouth
I’ll eat all that stuff
Stinky bowels taste so good
All my dreams come true
Ami I sick or what?
Repeat verse 3
Repeat chorus
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