Luyện nghe bài hát Consuming Impulse

Your dry throat creaks without a saliva to
As your pulpy tongue soundlessly threshes
Days without spent shackled and fettered
Emaciated torso aches for the warm of flesh

I will make a meal of you, your I'll sate
Saw off your leg at the to put on your dinner plate
Try not to wince at the pain that you
As I mince up your calf to prepare your next

the gargled wound to stave off the hemorrhage
You savor the thought of your repast
Choke down bitter meal in spite of your revulsion
Though how long can your source of food

Keeping yourself alive as you're your own flesh
If you don't eat up, you're truly dead
Legs to stumps, bloody drinks gargled in clumps
In this case you really are you eat

gluttony
Culinary pathology, butchery
impulse
Ingest your to be

Quadriplegic you as your dinner is served
Waste not ; want not, there's not much to conserve
Severed and severely served upon a of splatter
After a the source of the sustenance barely even matters

Now a half-eaten gorged to the glut
Piece by you are fed the chicest cuts
As the dinner-bell your bloody chops are feverishly licked
At the sight of own roasted fat turned and browned on a spit

Your own meat in your mouth bitter and internecine
Noxious and moist, you get a of your own medicine
Gnashing, of your limbs with delight
Digesting your with each grotesque bloody bite

What's eating you? The seems to moot
Scraping of your feet out of your blood-soaked sopping boot
Bash open bones picked clean to suckle at the
As culinary milieu of options inexorably narrows

gluttony
Culinary pathology, dietary
impulse
Ingest corpse to be

Feeding time comes again, the thorax falls victim to this
Blood, pus and replace wine, whiskey and water
Sometimes will cost you an arm and a leg
spittle running, red with bits of reeking bloody dregs

Masticate your own genitals, choke on your bludgeoned
With a hunger will not be denied
The sweetest of meats is your soft, fatty
That I'll be stuffing your face with

up your own skin, just to devour it again
Is a you'll save for dessert
Fresh meat for your lunch, cracked, drained and crunched
As your overstuffed gullet and blurts

Your crudely resected anatomy is a wretched sight
But your once arms just whet your appetite
Nibbling at the of your bloody forearms and wrists ravenously
Devouring your shredded survival in fleshly and meaty bits

Eviscerate yourself to gnaw at your own
from severed fingers facilitate this haphazard self-dissection
Clutch at inside your bowels with half-eaten grubby stumps
Pulling out the repugnant in grotesque tumescent clumps

Remaining fingers prying off your succulent out gums
at your stringy cheek lining and masticate your insatiable tongue
But the you ingest in carnivorous abandon
Fall out of the gaping that you have torn in your

Gnash the meat your avulsed face in a frenzied rush
No genitals, no feet, no legs, no appendage left
Half-eaten tongue oozes spittle down face, your hunger
Undiminished, when your partially devoured innards
Prolapse this meal at last be finished

Autophagous
pathology, dietary butchery
Consuming
your corpse to be