Chronicles of Detruncation Songtext
von Aborted

Oh, oh

A celebration of my perverted mind, our carrion exposed
So calculated, my apparatus gesticulate
Detruncated, our body, a sight to behold
Fueled by disgust, by childhood foretold
A mere corpus, noxious usurper of body parts
A celebration of my perverted mind, your carrion exposed
These chronicles of detruncation, your innards disposed

So calculated, your date has expired
Exfoliated, why don′t you stew in my brew?
Churned innards, a delicacy so refined
I am the grand chef, the orchestrated conductor of your demise


Fueled by disgust, by childhood foretold
A mere corpus, noxious usurper of body parts
Pedigreed, an untimely demise for your breed
As you stew inside my pot, your insides boil and rot
A marmalade of post-human glot

Chronicles of detruncation
Now rot, recipes of human ordure
Nothing left, but your bits to consume

Oh, chronicles of detruncation
Now rot, recipes of human ordure
A tasteful consomme with croutons
Your phallus a moldy goulash
Nothing left, but your bits to consume