Cloacula: The Anthropophabic Copromantik Songtext

I need to die.
All sensation has dulled in this life
Low standards, sick delights
Stale feces on my knife

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Now accustomed to scat
Rich in taste and low in fat
Daily regiment of fiber
The longer the strands as anus clenches tighter

I've gone insane
I cannot be reasoned with
Human feces i season with
Morning eye crust and navel lint
Bleeding submucosa
Serosa breaks free from intestinal wall
To arrive on my plate
Or to lubricate when i anally mate

Ingestion = taking of food in the mouth
Masticate = mixing and churning aids in digestion
Absorption = passage of nitrients into the blood and lymph
Defecation = finally something I'll eat

Salivate, intake - digest, dilate - defecate, ingest again

In all my studies of physiological psychology
One thing is apparent - no thought is unnatural
Such as eating feces, or killing yourself or someone else
Love will always hurt, fortunately, mine comes in squirts

Anus to anus - I've affixed a pipe between us
A t-joint complete with hose to a mask covering mouth and nose
To master the monroe transfer
No amateur - I've covered all parameters
Of goddamned anthropophagic copromania

A taste for bacteria
And undigested epithelia
Hepatitis delight
Coprophelic demise

Copromantik. Anthropophagic. Coprpheliac. Pathomaniac.

Cattle Decapitation Cloacula: The Anthropophabic Copromantik songtext