Transmuting Chemical Burns

Morning dew on a bloated corpse

Distended guts chemmed out for days

Oversaturated with deathly fluids

Hidden treasure in the dawning mist

Cornucopia for the dogs

Getting higher off the flesh

I can taste God on your breath

I can feel him in your marrow

As I tear strips from your pulped face

Foul taste on the back of my tongue

Dreaming dead dreams

Tripping on corpse

Transmuting chemical burns

Straight from the source

Dreaming dead dreams

Tripping on corpse

Transmuting chemical burns

Straight from the source

Morning dew on a bloated corpse

Distended guts chemmed out for days

Oversaturated with deathly fluids

Hidden treasure in the dawning mist