Death Before Dismember - Gutted

Drug inflicted comatose

Alive inside this butchered host

Autopsy before deceased

The maggots bother me the most

Death before dismemberNo arms to free me from this casket

My innards filling up a basket

No fear if I decide to look

My eyes are strung up on meat hooks

The cause of death was never determined

When the blood test was revealed

My hopes for life will never be seen

Now that I’m considered dead

The stench of death surrounds as they cut into me

I cannot watch this horror and any kind of escape seems hopeless

Sawing off my limbs, exposing inner tissue

The spilling of the bowels completes their exploration

The cause of death was never determined

My hopes for life will never be seen

Flowing pus from out your sores

As the blood drips from your pores

Exploding cysts beneath your core

While all the flesh is ripped and torn

Drug inflicted comatose

Alive inside this butchered host

Autopsy before deceased

The maggots bother me the most

Death before dismember (Solo — Billy)