Fungal Strain Lyrics


Why fight for a breath, when you are already dead inside?

Undermined with dysentery, you are wriggling on the mattress astride

Poignant gall sips from lymphs, agglutinated esophagus

Exasperating heartburn fills you with acrid fetor

Germinating mycelium on a blackened gums bleeding with brown plasma

You’ve lost count on how much teeth you’ve left, abacus mortis

Nidorous spores covers pyloric antrum, encrusted tissue

Wound irritated with digestive juices converts into painful ulcers

Scar tissue with burned holes and hæmatomas

Debilitated digestive system due to abhorrent torpor, internal bleeding

Muckworms and larvæ are nesting under the skin, corneous epidermis

Bacterial cultures multiplies on shrunken membranes

Abdominal spasms and hepatic tumescence, alcoholic consumption has sealed the deal

Acute kidney failure, chyme pours into the peritoneal cavity

Living ecosystem for worms, lice and fungal bacteries

Garbage rodents are nibbling rotten phalanges

Fungal strain

(solo: “The smell…”)

(solo: “Steatorrhea and pessimistic soresness”)

Fungal strain

(solo: “Requiem for morbid wreckage”)

Yellow insalubrious diarrhoea, trace amounts of sanguis in feces

Pachydermatis is refurbishing wounds with grease

Immobilized forever by flaccid tendons

Fungus is devouring you from inside

Inflammatory psilosis of septicemic abscesses- your conclusion

In abstruse garbage valley excreted- excrementa humana

Megrim cephalalgia transformed into neural cecity- stupendous case

Buboes and coccus in open wounds- effluvium of humanity

Intenacious malodorousretched fentanyl-head

The end is near as rats penetrate your inside

Internal bleeding due to nibbling of tumescent internal organs

Strenuous gag reflex makes your body bend in final spasm

Shadeless concoction of sanguine retches and feces sips from your lips

Vacuous gaze of inhuman wreckage upon wry pangful grimace

Your vista send the cleaning plant employee straight to the mental ward

Half-liquified corpus, nidus of solidified pestilence and sanitarial contempt

Why fight for a breath, when you are already dead inside?

Undermined with dysentery, you are wriggling on the mattress astride