Extrapolating from the abhorrent, we disinter a sordid truth

Heinously plundering death's depths like a bumbling violent sleuth

Tearing through the layers of decay with vicious rancor and bitter scorn

To get at the cold, dead heart of the matter which we bring forth to

mourn...



Carnage canonized - We let death reign unfettered

Derangement eulogized - To the last bloody letter

No one can do it better...



[Lead - Mike]



In grisly detail we play out or own death scenes' coup de grace

With homicidal zeal we remove the curtain that decorum would draw

Retrograding your morality in our sick, dead world, it had no place

Desecrating your sense of dignity, but of course in the end, it's all a

matter of (dis)taste...



Your values mollified - severed by clean, precise cuts, each to the last

Your senses vilified - taste and tolerance are now taken to task...



In the name of gore, we'll set right this bloody score

The grave can't hold us anymore, we'll kick in the mausoleum doors

Even sicker than before, we enjoy this gruesome chore

Revealing the ghastly horror, the face of death that you deplore

Rotting through the core, this slaughterous carnage you abhor

Is the vocation we adore, as we drain another oozing sore

Bringing revulsion to the fore, as the vomit stains on the floor

FOREVERMORE - IN THE NAME OF GORE...



Stopping at nothing to indulge an off-color sense of tumor

We regurgitate force-fed atrocities straight onto a silver platter

Serving up ghastly repast hard to swallow without black humor

With tongue in cheek we gorge on the matter of splatter



Leaving no headstone unturned and no gravesite unmarred

Our wayward journey six feet straight down we undertake

Dark horses tread sw