You wake up in a vomit pile. You wipe the crust from your eyes with cracked, and bleeding hands. The stench from the pustules bursting on your face is gut wrenching. You are swamped in festering excrementia, crawling among waves, and piles of grime and caked filth. Pus weeps from blistering infected wounds. This is what it feels like to listen to Cerebral Rot. And it fucking rules.
Favorite track: Swamped In Festering Excrementia.