Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Your Funeral, My Feast , by - Exhumed. Release date: 04.07.2011
Song language: English
Your Funeral, My Feast |
| Epicurean pathology |
| Shattered gross anatomy |
| Bodily fluids, foul and septic |
| I sing the body decrepit |
| Your funeral, my feast |
| You’ll never rest in peace |
| Tagged, sectioned then slabbed |
| Slurp fluids from your body bag |
| Repulsive, jaundiced flesh |
| The stomach turning sight that I love best |
| Necrosis setting in |
| Discolored, rotting, mottled skin |
| The weevils writhe and squirm |
| Your torso now alive with worms |
| As organs liquefy |
| I whet my abhorrent appetite |
| Your funeral, my feast |
| A masterstroke of rotting meat |
| My dinner table’s where you rest in piece |
| Your funeral, my feast |
| Gruesome garnish, moist carnage |
| Raw bits of human garbage |
| The chunks seep, they won’t keep |
| Gnashing through as each piece bleeds |
| Your decay, my entrée |
| I wouldn’t have it any other way |
| Maggot millet, stuffs your gullet |
| To please my most deranged of palettes |
| Splenetic, ghastly taste |
| The stinking savor of pathological waste |
| Trypsin' and pepsin marinate |
| The loathsome bowels I masticate |
| To dine upon this foul concoction |
| Requires a taste for extreme unction |
| But for those who have the stomach |
| We sate our hunger on tripe and vomit |
| Your funeral, my feast |
| A masterstroke of rotting meat |
| My dinner table’s where you rest in piece |
| Your funeral, my feast |
| Your funeral, my feast |