Soak it up.

Lyrics:

All on my hands, all on the floor.
They said it was easy, they were wrong.
Sifting through all these various entrails, will I find a clue?
Dead to the world, spilling out another bucket.
It has ruined my floor, searching through this viscera.
My hands are full, my pockets bulging with gore.
Swimming in a pool of putrid lungs, swimming in a pool of gore.
Buckets filled with fetid chunks of flesh and organs that are ready to be
sifted with my hands...

Full To The Brim With Body Parts

Sifting Through Entrails

My Suitcase Full Of Heads

Suplexed Onto A Chainsaw

Bathed By Force In Excrement

Drowned In Viscera

Exploring Afterbirth

Relentless aggression based in Leicester UK. Into the sewers we go...

DEBUT ALBUM OUT NOW VIA BANDCAMP! LINK BELOW.

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