Cattle Decapitation - Cloacula: The Anthropophagic Copromantik lyrics

I need to die. All sensation has dulled in this life Low standards, sick delights Stale feces on my knife Now accustomed to scat Rich in taste and low in fat Daily regiment of fiber The longer the strands as an*s 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 an*lly mate Ingestion = taking of food in the mouth Masticate = mixing and churning aids in digestion Absorption = pa**age 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 k**ing yourself or someone else Love will always hurt, fortunately, mine comes in squirts an*s to an*s - 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.