Lord Gore

Lord Gore - Gastric Gore-met lyrics

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Welcome to my kitchen, it crawls with disease.
But people come for miles to consume the sick cuisine.
A taste for the exotic, delicously grotesque.
For a price you can obtain anything you can ingest.
Ruptured blister creme brulee.
Blood jellied ass-grapes, smegma gravy. cream of 
cycsts.
Extruded bowel giblets, cannabalistic smorgasbard.
A banquet of the finest gore. laced with poisons to 
addict.
So good that it makes you sick.
Guts gorged with viscera, and half rotten slop.
Cuts glazed with sputum, coagulated sperm slick.
Fresh from the sewer comes our catch of the day.
Coney island whitefish with syphilitic dickcheese 
souffle.
Gonorreah clam-dip, oysters on the half lip.
Bile slathered fish-and-chips, infected abcess 
molasses.
Pathogenic binge and purge, indulge the most disgusting 
urge
Necrophagic fantasy, culinary mortuary.
Itching, with dritiphilist distress, you simply cant 
defy.
Consuming disease ridden flesh
Leaves your hunger pacified...

[Lead: Maniac]

This affliction has no cure
Bizarre, compulsive and obscure.
The lust for pathogenic waste
Is truly an eccentric taste.
Cannabilistic smorgasbord.
A banquest of the finest gore.
Laced with poisons to addict.
So good that it makes you sick, suck nipple slurp and 
lick
When you expire you become the next coarse.

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