After shipwreck, trapped in this place
And dead castaways
Lack of sex, lack of food
Human flesh can be so good
Necrophiliac needs
Putrid orgy days
Necrophagic needs
Gluteus to be grilled
Anal barbecue
Spicy taste of poo
Anal barbecue
The rigor mortis of the orifices
My organ tightly fits
The warmth of my cum
Inside worms, it will feed
And you will feed me, stiff flesh I eat
And crustaceans to gnaw the bones I'll leave
My sickest necessities
For psychobscenities
Fulfilled in this island
With an anal barbecue
