[music - Andrew LaBarre]

[lyrics - Sean McGrath]



Icy liquid fills your lungs

A gushing salt water sluice

Flushing out your bronchia with vitriol

Your trachea is targeted for particular abuse

Alveoli burst as I quench your thirst

You're hideously out of breath

Pneumonectomy, the most apparent of solutions

"Drowned in own blood," the cause of death



Internal bleeding makes you wretch

And causes a foul regurgitation

Vomiting chyme and chunks of lung

You really are in quite a situation



Gargling foamy spit

Your throat is violently slit

These symptoms won't remit

You're forced to choke on it



Your heaving chest cavity opened for fun

Broken ribcage sags atop your exploded lungs

Gasping for air as your jugular drains

You're having slight chest pains



Your heart begins to slow and your eyes grow glassy

As ruined organs are one by one discarded

A death rattle croaks from your excavated throat

Your tracheostomy has gone a bit retarded



A cannula is thrust into crepitating guts

To suction off obliterated tissues

Foamy mucoid pus drips in gobs from the cuts

Your pulmonary system has some issues

I hack out your trachea with hatred and malice

And squeeze out the plaque from within

Your pre-mortem spasm and tearful exclamations

Caused me and my partners to grin



Internal bleeding makes you wretch

And causes a foul regurgitation

Vomiting chyme and chunks of lung

You really are in quite a situation



Gargling foamy spit

Your throat is violently slit

These symptoms won't remit

You're forced to choke on it