Death Before Dismember

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)