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38 Counts of Battery

by Pig Destroyer

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1.
Deflower 00:28
To enter your thoughts for just a few seconds as your pick their faith from your Teeth. The obscene dance of your memories. What you touched and what you tore irreparably screams in the chambers on the Cloth. In time perhaps something resembling guilt will finally devour you
2.
Tentacle 00:52
bitter aftertaste of every exploitation chokes me like a mouthful of spiders, crawling in or out i don't know but i kneel to the gods of nausea in moments of reflection upon what i stole from a fifteen year old girl and not even a thousand seasons of rain could wash my leprosy from her body.
3.
playing the silent movie villain scrambling to tie myself to train tracks. praying for technicolor in the afterlife i swear that eccentric on the street corner was talking about my world ending and now i feel like i am being followed. when i saw the little blonde girl reading the book on horses and i wished her comatose i began to feel sick but they tell me that i am better now.
4.
you think i am listening but i am really just watching the candlelight between us dim, trying not to stare at your forked tongue or the venom it drips.
5.
Elfin 00:32
i am content in the wooden half of ventriloquism with fingers up the back of my shirt sifting through the well-camouflaged maggots flakes of your urine taste. like fairy dust when i allow my tongue to betray me i consider myself lucky to be destroyed by such elegance.
6.
the sunlight rips through the overcast skies of my conscience through the crack in the closet door warming the claw marks inside my eyelids the puppet seems to have walked in on his master untangling her strings but sometimes when i am watching the silhouette in her bedroom window i think of leaning over her while she sleeps and licking the heroin off her lips.
7.
[Lyrics written by The Melvins] I coulda swore I gave my wedding ring to you. Among the chewing gears you taunt me tear. Elements are still alive to shake from ear to ear. Pez are gonna let it slide gonna burn what cotton decides are appellee. My main oven drive he took from under what's come over me.
8.
tonight your decadence demands a sacrifice but attrition never slowed you before. stepping on faces, tripping over limbs, fighting the machine gun's attention as both halves of your friend lay in the background you try to convince him that you can always pry the jaws open at will.
9.
Treblinka 00:50
late term abortion three decades late be sure to empty all ten commandments into his chest for only holy redneck terrorism can usher in the second coming of the coat-hanger
10.
Long sleeved in the summer, again in our gray shirts, leaning against cinder block walls, we even hide from the other prey, but as soon as the lioness comes we step forth and present our throats, hoping this time it will be different... and then we bleed again
11.
Burn the men of science who would trivialize the collapse of a sun and kill these atheists who can only make their tears with thumbscrews I cannot destroy my own life efficiently perhaps self-sabotage is high evolution
12.
Endgame 00:41
such the delicate locust without your wings have you ceased to threaten me a hundred knifings later there's so much blood so little of anything else for you i played the endgame as the pawn toppled for the queen's pleasure.
13.
all star crossed and starry eyed innocence pulled away by maturity's tide, loneliness as the void into which all this warped obsession is cast, shyness as the dam denying the river it's ultimate purpose, deafened by all the silent laughter under the whispered promises which rusted down to jagged lies anyway. stab me again my sweet little murderer.
14.
it flows like red lava upon a city of outstretched arms awaiting deliverance, awaiting rebirth as infestation beneath the skin of a goddess divinity through association crawling toward mirages of sand dunes and assembling puzzles with hammers. the dolls may be fucking but the obscenity is mine alone.
15.
Honeymoon 00:37
i always thought it fitting the way they chose the next victim with a bouquet of dying flowers and how happy they appeared as they ducked into the smiling hearse but i quite fancied them losing their lifeblood in a hotel room somewhere with a lot of palm trees because eventually they will see that our weaknesses are all it takes to make the most divine of flowers wither.
16.
while we used long fingernails to carve epitaphs into the floor you were scratching freedom from concrete living in a world of gamblers and murder victims I walk these corridors knowing of the net beneath your defiance has become legend within these walls and we sit in our cells and hope you live enough life for the rest of us who did not make it out.
17.
maudlin idea of government abolition noble in intention absurd in lack of realism mirage of a sinister brain. trust our denial and desperation. force it into existence we are outnumbered because we are the enemy. too numerous to pinpoint too powerful to vanquish and too apathetic to reproach a gigantic flesh and bone mechanization with it's gears all trying to turn independently of one another by design destined to run horribly amok.
18.
Pixie 06:06
Young unicorns snatched from the impossible skies precious horns, ordinary chainsaws. I am left with horses revolting in the normalcy shipwrecked by a face all sweet and empty like a hollow candy or an ice cream smile licked down to a cigarette i promptly extinguished in a dead infection a desk drawer full of blurry sunflowers. under your bare feet are only symptomatic of the monster i have become.
19.
[Lyrics written by Carcass] Coughing up a mixture Of mucus, phlegm and bile The sordid sight of burning flesh ...Your stomach is reviled Spew up your sanguined guts In your wooden box Septic vomit of chyme... ...Putrid offal... Regurgitated giblets Blocked in your oesophagus Eaten by the maggots Trapped in your sarcophagus
20.
[Lyrics written by Carcass] Grimly I dig up the turfs To remove the corrupted stiffs Trying to contain my excitement As I desecrate graveolent crypts... Fingers claw at coffin lids Eager festal exhumation Hugging your wry, festered remains With post-posthumous joy and elation... Body snatched, freshly interred Whatever takes my fancy To satisfy my gratuitous pica My culinary necromancy... Scrutinized then brutalized My forensic inquisition is fulfilled My recipe is now your epitaph Be it fried, boiled or grilled... I devour the pediculus corpse Whetting my palate as I exhume The festering stench of rotting flesh Makes me drool as I consume... Caskets I grate My larder's a grave I'm sickly obsessed (with the badly decomposed) Rotten remains I eat Purulent meat What a funeral feast (putrid reek) Weeping tissue is stripped Pus dribbles from my lips Pulverising this pustular chaff Butchering up morgue's makes me laugh... Ulcerated flesh I munch Rotting corpses are my lunch On bones I love to crunch (on the badly decomposed) Shrivelled innards I lick The corpse's head I kick Crumbling shreds I pick (eat the stiffs) [Solo: morbid melody for the deceased with salt to taste] Rancid flesh, slaughter the dead - Caskets exhumed... Corpses disinterred, graves disturbed - To consume... Bereaved relatives are not amused As on their dear departed I feverishly consume... Slavering worms, decomposure burns Corrosion born, as bacteria gnaw Desecrate... Precipitate....(from the muddy grave) Macerate... Eviscerate... Caskets I grate My larder's a grave I'm sickly obsessed (with the badly decomposed) Rotten remains I eat Purulent meat What a funeral feast (putrid reek) Saponified fats, nibbled by rats - freshly exhumed... Deep down six feet is where I like to eat - Human flesh to consume...
21.
[Lyrics written by Dark Angel] Once, the tale of Sodom Brought anguish to the eyes Of all god-fearing people With eternal afterlives Sin and lust run rampant now Perversion on the rise Reliving all the ways of old Gommorrah realized Sodom, an unholy place Angels searched for a few Souls who'd yet to fall from grace To save them from the doom Paradise of pleasures lost Herein the future lies Laughing at the "holy cross" As death rained from the skies [Chorus] Falling from the heavens Angels lie decayed Burning, city of Sodom One by one, sinners pay!!! Skeptics failed to heed the call Of angels sent to tell Of the impending death to all In blazing city hell Consorting with the demons craft The ways of god repelled Burning cross, cause to laugh Lot, the one expelled The sufferer's impalement Inside the city gates Worshipping the unholy priests The masters of all hate The flag of the inverted cross Menacing, held high Laughing at the "holy cross" At twelve, the virgin dies!!! One righteous family did escape The family-father lot Sinful daughters succumbed to rape Not as holy as thought!!! Mankind throughout eternity Built on evil's designs The resilience of iniquity Lives on in christian minds [Chorus]
22.
single-file lemmings prepare the mandate in effect simply a testament to our gullibility each pull of the lever lends credibility to an institution which we can only repaint never reconstruct our perceived power of change divided and spread so thin so as to be rendered ineffective if the collective voice cannot be heard then the collective wrath must be felt.
23.
while we used long fingernails to carve epitaphs into the floor you were scratching freedom from concrete living in a world of gamblers and murder victims I walk these corridors knowing of the net beneath your defiance has become legend within these walls and we sit in our cells and hope you live enough life for the rest of us who did not make it out.
24.
Treblinka 00:23
late term abortion three decades late be sure to empty all ten commandments into his chest for only holy redneck terrorism can usher in the second coming of the coat-hanger.
25.
the trivial little things left in your wake are beloved terminally infected limbs it is not the firing squad but the blindfold that makes us tense the loss of perfection leaves no cause to persist in searching leaving me longing for the day that finally smothers all hope.
26.
uncertainty demands attention like a middle child and narrows focus like a bone saw it is the cocoon from which the truth emerges and once the pattern upon the wings is unveiled it transcends our childish concepts of control and becomes something that simply is we can only accept it and return to the fray like the soldier whose sweetheart stopped writing.
27.
Torquemada 00:34
experimentation as roadblock let us halt the goose-stepping of their absurd asexual revolution please explain the fascist math equation for converting first person worship into third person lechery and show me the god who is making you stretch our preferences across your moral chopping block because i would so love to cum in his motherfucking face.
28.
entrenched in a cult where you are assured that two and two is five your twisted crosses and perverted religions cannot mask what is simply a holy war of Aryan penis envy learn to take your pride from the depths and not the surface.
29.
seeking to expand the sympathy collection self-esteem should never be parasitic and stagnation should never get comfortable anxiously awaiting the answers with refutations at the ready marionette of circumstance you need to see beyond the walls of your petty little diorama.
30.
rebellion impossible your cabal crushed in its infancy they watch you conspire from distances beyond your perception before revolt is feasible their ability to negate our strategems must be annulled we must blind the watchers.
31.
the trivial little things left in your wake are beloved terminally infected limbs it is not the firing squad but the blindfold that makes us tense the loss of perfection leaves no cause to persist in searching leaving me longing for the day that finally smothers all hope.
32.
Flag Burner 02:28
quixotic concept of examining foreign cultures as opportunities for brotherhood and mutual cultivation instinctual xenophobia initiates conflict subjugation exploitation and subsequently flawed assimilation our inbred star-bellied mentality cannot differentiate between dissimilar and inferior a self-imposed quarantine from diversity only serves to restrict our capacity to evolve nationalism is a malignant cancer which must be carved out by the blade of individualism
33.
single-file lemmings prepare the mandate in effect simply a testament to our gullibility each pull of the lever lends credibility to an institution which we can only repaint never reconstruct our perceived power of change divided and spread so thin so as to be rendered ineffective if the collective voice cannot be heard then the collective wrath must be felt.
34.
why purchase respect when terror is on sale reverse nightstick buttfuck at some point protection and domination became synonymous and somewhere there's a bullet on its way to your face pig.
35.
Ruination 00:25
foolish young visionary your proximity to the corrupt epicenter razes your walls of morality walls of protection or of concealment temptation of raw power acquiescence subsequent exposure leaves you impaled on your own karmic pike with gun as pen blood as ink you draft the final tragic act your long suppressed conscious finally liberated through the exit wound.
36.
short wave dictator launches the blitzkrieg upon your frontal lobe the unexpected siege of the fortress thought impenetrable "world peace" just a few elusive frequencies away for there is no enslavement more absolute than unconscious enslavement.
37.
Monolith 00:34
archaic bureaucracy doomed from the outset bloated and hedonistic invincible and inert a bedridden monolith of uselessness we lack the fortitude to pull the plug unable to envision our lives without it instead we maintain a two hundred year vigil praying for a miracle of some kind not realizing that every day of mourning is also a day of regression social evolution is neutralized by antiqued tradition.
38.
entrenched in a cult where you are assured that two and two is five your twisted crosses and perverted religions cannot mask what is simply a holy war of Aryan penis envy learn to take your pride from the depths and not the surface.

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Virginia's extreme sound nihilists Pig Destroyer deliver savage grindcore that is both intentionally confrontational, and thoroughly pummeling. 38 Counts of Battery is an intense register of the band's work, including the remastered Explosions in Ward 6 album, tracks from the highly sought-after (and sold out) split with Isis, their scalding demo, and much more.

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released November 28, 2000

Relapse Records
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Pig Destroyer Alexandria, Virginia

PIG DESTROYER boil metal down to its muscle, sinew, and bone - razor-sharp guitar, percussive pummeling, and a lone, stark howl - and use them to commit a vicious assault. The lyrics paint loathsome, frightening images of pitch-black self-hatred and the frailty of the human experience. These musical manifestations only serves to cement their already legendary status. ... more

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