Morning dew on a bloated corpse
Distended guts chemmed out for days
Over saturated 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

Morning dew on a bloated corpse
Distended guts chemmed out for days
Over saturated with deathly fluids

Hidden treasure in the dawning mist