Carcass
                      Tools of the Trade

- Incarnated solvent abuse              4:38
- Tools of the trade                    3:02
- Pyosified (still rotten to the gore)  3:06
- Hepatic tissue fermantation II        6:28


     TOOLS OF THE TRADE

Steel skin clips,
Forceps, grooved awl, retractors, needles
Gouges and saws,
Intestinal clamps, blunt dissectors,
Scalpels, pins, toothed directors.
Tools of the trade, forceps and blades
Skillfully lathed, for us to maim.

Bone levers, spikes, malleable scoops,
Plates and chisels, screws and spoons,
Drills, raspatories, files and durettes,
Guillotines, gags and compression forceps.

Tools of the trade, ripping the rib-cage,
To remissly lustrate, so pleased to maim.

Retractors, mallets, rugines and benders,
Chisels, rods, sharps and catheters,
Trephines, undines, irons and styrups,
Depressors, tongues, sterile catgut.

Tools of the trade, stainless steel blades,
Painstakingly lathed, we're so pleased to maim.

     INCARNATED SOLVENT ABUSE

Intenacious, intersecting
Reaving fats from corporal griskin
Culled...for sodden gelatine brayed
Skeletal groats triturated, desinently
Exsiccated, sere glutenate brewed
For frivolous solvent abuse...

Derogate coarse remains
For glue to dry
Despoiled marrow razed

...A truculent shambles so severe...

Extravated bone - as adhesive incarnate
A pellucid quietus - nocuosly I create

Corporal glue, breathe in the fumes
Mucilage vapours, toxic fumes to savour

Comminuted remains
As gum to dry
A lissom gel so glazed

...A truculent shambolic affair...

The exsanguine esprit - snorted as snuff
Rheumic oils forever - Bonded together as gum

Human glue, choke on the fumes
Noxious vapours, slaughterous labour...


     PYOSIFIED - STILL ROTTEN TO THE GORE

The lingering scirrhus begins to harden
As the insides fall prey to putrefaction
Rotting tissue turns to mush and pulp
As your mind is torn by encephalitis

Your cavities rot with ulcers
Your infected inflammations torn
Your gizzards eaten by incursive decay
You're infernally rotten to the gore...

Juices digested from each pus-swollen pore
Insatiable hunger as I feast on the gore
Nothing gives me greater pleasure
Than a bowlful of chyme
Maggot infested kidneys
Are what I choose every time

The smell of plaguing infection
Is nauseatingly emetic
Prolonged spumescence of stale pus
Stinks like hot, putrid vomit

Your body is indurate
The insides are black as tar
Your innards gnawed by septic hate
Now a mass of empyaema

Your blood is caked
Dried and inconsistent
Your bloody rotten gore
Is now vitrescent


     HEPATIC TISSUE FERMENTATION II

Orally force fed, until cirmosis is induced,
Fatal renal failure, bleeds like a sluice,
Spewing blood as the gallbladder extrudes,
Alcoholic poisoning, bloated lobules burst,
Toxins flood the stomach, in diffluence submerged.
Coughing waste as the wrecked colon tears.

The blood now critically proof, neural cells fatally quenched,
Drowning in spilt retention, hepatic tissue ferments.

Poisoned retention, with intoxication,
Inflamed nephrons burst, your condition's getting worse,
Chronically diffused, your liver you will lose.

Bodily distillation, as emerged flesh reacts,
With alcoholic contents, in your urinary tract.
Dripping fluid as the decrepit appendix weeps.
Matter turns to fluid, intoxicating ablution,
Bilary dehydration, innards to solution.
Bleeding urine as the inflamed bladder rips.

The blood now critically proof, neural cells fataly quenched,
Drowning in spilt retention, hepatic tissue ferments.

Contamination, foul circulation.
Alcohol force fed, goes straight to your head,
Brain tissue damaged, fused with alcohol sewage.
In a stupor you die, your brain lobes you fry.


all lyrics by Jeff Walker