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