Woorden: Cannibal Corpse. Submerged In Boiling Flesh.

Dangling above a vat of putrid muck
A rancid stench of foul decay never encountered before
Screaming in horror, for I now remember my fate
I will be submerged in boiling flesh
This cauldron will soon take my life

Upside down my mind is warping
Cannot break free
From the shackles

Bloodied chains cut circulation
Losing reason
Gag and vomit

Blisters are forming all over my body now
Oozing with pus as they start to explode, fervent finality
The fumes and the vapors have perforated my lungs
Writhing and twitching from maddening pin
Why must I die like this?

Insanity not far away
Mental breakdown
Scathing havoc

Pray for death to come and get me
Inner anguish
Begins

Fear
Received
Relentless
Malignancy

Near the end is what I'm sensing
Must accept it
Can't accept it

Last attempts to stop this nightmare
Cannot be done
I will be dead

Gone
Berserk
While waiting
My life will boil

To struggle is useless
To struggle is useless
To struggle is useless
To struggle is useless

Useless
Useless

Plunge
Fatal
Paradise
Of the obscene

Enter the tank
It doesn't take long
Epidermis dissolved
All that's left are my bones

It's a matter of seconds when defleshed in flesh
My body now part of sick mire
This chamber of liquefied humans that I have amassed
Is completed because I was the last in line