Brodequin - Ambrosia | Текст песни

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I put the bodies in their places,
place expressions expressions on their faces
a headless torso lying naked amongst the piles of flesh so sacred.

Conducting experiments to preserve forever stages of dismemberment
fluctuating from room to room flowing the sweet odor of death.


Dissolving limbs,
boiling the flesh,
power drill injecting
acid into the brains of them.

Photos taken while dismembering.

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