Of Dead Skin & Decay

Crushing, purulent cadaver, the calling of the splatter
Dead skin and decay, from your remains I shall gather
Your wretched corpus upon the slab has been laid
No anesthesia involved as I scramble your brain
This is my display
My perversity, foul rancid butchery
Your body, my lore, I am the rembrandt of gore
Bloodbath, exuberant rotting mess
Gangrenous corpus upon the slab has been laid
You’re long dead when hemostasia sets in
Inept and ponderously stitched together
I rejoice in my brand new piece of leather
Dead skin and decay, watch me decorticate
Violently detruncate, morbidly decorate
Dead skin and decay, nothing else to gein