[Lyric] Corpsucha (Saponification)

I’m getting bored of staring at faces
That grow more grotesque by the day
The pile gets higher and I'm running
Out of places to stack them

What is there to do with a stack of
Mangled putrid human bodies
Consolidate the filth
Maybe place them in a metal drum
And add tea leaves
I'll make my own kombucha with the
Collection of cadavers I had once
Called my neighbors

Corpsucha

I think I'll have you to drink
No I insist

Fermented with black tea and
Entrails to add depth to flavor
Corpsucha

Brewed with more care than
Disposing of bodies

Corpsucha

Containers of filth sit waiting for my mouth to drink
Fermented humans bottled for sale
I'll bring it to the farmers market
To make money of these murders

First I'll add some flavor
Maybe guate or pineapple
What these casualties like these days
I don't really care we

My victims are pulp
Other ingest their remains while gagging
These fools have no clue
They are consuming their fellow humans