1. |
Deflower
00:28
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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
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2. |
Tentacle
00:52
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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.
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3. |
Yellow Line Transfer
01:03
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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.
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4. |
Under The Fingernails
00:43
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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.
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5. |
Elfin
00:32
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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.
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6. |
Unwitting Valentine
00:29
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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.
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7. |
Oven (Melvins)
01:20
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[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.
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8. |
Three Second Apocalypse
00:40
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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.
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9. |
Treblinka
00:50
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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
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10. |
Fingers In The Throat
00:37
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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
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11. |
My Fellow Vermin
00:41
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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
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12. |
Endgame
00:41
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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.
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13. |
One Funeral Too Many
00:52
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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.
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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.
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15. |
Honeymoon
00:37
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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.
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16. |
Alcatraz Metaphors
00:27
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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.
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17. |
Flesh Upon Gear
01:05
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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.
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18. |
Pixie
06:06
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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.
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[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
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20. |
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[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...
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21. |
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[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]
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22. |
Delusional Supremacy
00:24
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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.
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23. |
Alcatraz Metaphors
00:30
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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.
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24. |
Treblinka
00:23
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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.
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25. |
Seven And Thirteen
00:21
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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.
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26. |
Scouring The Wreckage
00:45
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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.
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27. |
Torquemada
00:34
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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.
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28. |
Frailty In Numbers
00:47
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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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29. |
Suicide Through Decay
01:01
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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.
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30. |
Dark Satellites
00:35
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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.
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31. |
Seven And Thirteen
00:22
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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.
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32. |
Flag Burner
02:28
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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
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33. |
Delusional Supremacy
00:26
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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.
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34. |
Martyr To The Plague
00:27
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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.
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35. |
Ruination
00:25
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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.
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36. |
Synthetic Utopia
00:40
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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.
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37. |
Monolith
00:34
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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.
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38. |
Frailty In Numbers
01:11
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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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