Necrology

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Music: Karki, Lyrics: McWilliams Tenacious muck, your windpipe holds Larynx numb, on clotted filth you choke Your bloated corpse, a greenish shade of white Flesh slips loose, your view of death revised Body coated in clinging putrid waste Septic clots urine and excrement Stomach juices, seep out of ragged cracks Internal gases, gather in your torso Your thorax filled, your corpse slowly ascends Burst upon the surface, for the public soon to find...

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

Music: Karki/Nordrup, Lyrics: Karki Your bowels infested - with embryonic mucus Munch the saprogenic entrails - and desecrate the festered stiff Ileum turns into lytic gore - devouring your skull Collapsed internal parts - dislocated with a painful twitch Pustulate, suppurate Your innards now A hot sticky mess The oozing caress, of internal gases Seeps out of your pores, a sickening, nauseating stench Your cervix torn wide open - revealing a jelly mess Your innards tumble out - in total disorder...

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

Music: Karki/Carlsson, Lyrics: McWilliams Cutting through your clothes, trying to reach your flesh Let my fingers feel your pure white skin I love to see your fears reflected in your eyes We're going to have a party, you and me My little hatchets edge is longing for your skull It wants to see the texture of your brain My surgery's a lark, I'm quite a wacky guy Not cracked and weird like everybody else Scream to your heart's content As your veins I happily shred Systematically slicing up your cheeks Drilling holes in your wrists to be chic Intestines I entwine, dripping juices, sludge and gunk Taking pictures to remind me when I'm bored and down on luck What a thrill it is to feel the inside of your head Your thoughts I seem to sense, but that's not possible as you seem to be quite dead Inserting safety pins, Stimulated by my sins, Your relics just for me Cause I love you, can't you see? Your pubes I pierce and slice Punctured bladders my delight Suppurating, shiny flesh Bloody carcass quite a mess Steam rising from the ruins of your corpse The heat in this house is quite inadequate for this pathological cause Maggots I dislike They impose upon my fun My merrymaking ruined By these rancid little worms Globs of bodily juices drop and splat upon the floor As I drag your festering corpse, oozing sticky strings of gore Your shoulder bones protruding, cracking as they hit the wall Petrol sure comes in handy when you tire of it all Rotting muscles slipping off, congealing lumpy mass Blistering and frying as your cadaver turn to ash Scooping up remains Pouring into tins and jugs Feeling clean and pure of mind I'm a genius, not obnoxious...

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

Music: Karki/Carlsson, Lyrics: McWilliams My lurking want, for carnal sins Your flesh my desire And to cleanse my violin Your throat I slit And yet I need no help to cure My sanious abuse A single jerk, is all it needs To bring me to my climax, And to bring you to your knees You're all I want, my corpse to be My music incomplete Until I bathe my strings in thee 'Tis not for fun,I feed on death It provides me with the tunes I play I give you but the best A price to pay, but not a fee One human more or less Is quite indifferent to me You'll find my strings around your neck Your flesh will tense and start to break Your blood will spurt and drench my hands To give my notes a certain clang My violin I scrub and wax But not with polish, soap or varnish A finer substance I recquire I soak it thus in human carnage Soaking, dampening my strings Bathing the wood of my precious violin Laughing, whistling as I work Immersing my life in the sogginess of your blood...

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025