Constipation Camp Lyrics

Cattle Decapitation Constipation Camp

with a hose
no one will ever find you
The smell of your carrion hangs low in the street
weeks of returning to relax in the meat
Butchery/morgue meets day-spa retreat

The smell of the carnage
begin the excretement
Choice picked tidbits of ligaments
I mix for an afternoon sludge soup
constantly craving, needing to eat shit

No escape from this place
life condemned to rot
pulpy ulcerous filaments
gagged snot and clots