Carcass
ALBUMS / SONGS / LYRICS
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
Oozing chyme reeks as your duodenum is hacked Secreting gastric juices, enzymes melt your faecal tract Torn major arteries, your corpse with blood is drenched Your mouth is ripped inside-out as your oesophagus is wrenched Maggots and grubs bore into the mouldy remains Masticating lymph, caked blood and cankered decay Maturating brains play host to the grisly fete Stuffed anal passage, served on a plate Purulent torso is a perfect maggots meal Spilt cerebrospinal fluid is sucked up with zeal Botulism vitiates the emulsifying bile Liquidized gall bladder, viscid pus smells vile
The lingering scirrhus begins to harden As the insides fall prey to putrefaction Rotting tissue turns to mush and pulp As your mind is torn by encephalitis Your cavities rot with ulcers Your infected inflammations torn Your gizzards eaten by incursive decay You're infernally rotten to the gore... Juices digested from each pus-swollen pore Insatiable hunger as I feast on the gore Nothing gives me greater pleasure Than a bowl full of chyme Maggot infested kidneys Are what I choose every time The smell of plaguing infection Is nauseatingly emetic Prolonged spumescence of stale pus Stinks like hot, putrid vomit Your body is indurate The insides are black as tar Your innards gnawed by septic hate Now a mass of empyaema Your blood is caked Dried and inconsistent Your bloody rotten gore Is now vitrescent
The pungent aroma of hot, bubbling, molten gristle Blends with the stench of hot, singeing flesh soldered to liquid muscle. As the cornea is pierced and fried sizzling retina Burning and spitting on the now blackened, charred fovea Holes of crumbling carbon are all that are left Charred eye-sockets of hot scorched flesh Fusing symblepharon, your flesh turns into coke Extravasative gunge now black, pungent smoke. Charred eye-sockets - horrifically pernicious Your sight irreparable by your optician Once flowing blood is now dried, resembling black pudding Now all that bleeds is a slow trickle of hot, sticky muscle. The sclera is a lump of carbon burning on smouldering membrane Your eyeballs are blistering, your optic nerves now aflame.
Limb from limb... Curled glands... Hacked giblets... Stumps for hands... Limb from bloody limb Ruptured spleen... Rancid loin... Shattered ribs... Splattered groin... Retching pus... Dissect and slash... Limb from limb... Stenching gash...
Oral eruption Rectal extroversion... Your vagus implodes, as nausea strikes Savaging your body in terminal retch Violent spasms and decaying enzymes Engulf your throat as you belch Intestinal disturbance, your ileum turns inside-out Your duodenum is thrust up towards your mouth Your pancreas excretes stale septic pus Your whole digestive system is now a sticky mush Rectal vomit in your thorax Retch your anal tract Liquidized oesophagus mixes with bloodied excretion As you pathetically gasp for breath The stench of hot faeces scorch your nose As you violently vomit to death Your intestines are rising, up towards your throat Stale bile escaping through your bloodied nose Your colon digested into acidic slush Your tongue gargling on your dislocated anus
Tear out your intestines Cut your liver into two Throttle your heart Till it's swollen and blue Puncture your flesh Skewer your eyes Leave you to fester Then eat you alive
Your pulverized torso languishes in its pool of pus Minced, cancerous viscera - gore seeps from the guts My fetid fetish is to excavate the moulding rot I drool my gastric juices as I chomp on you blood-clots Fermenting innards, bubbling with rot Alcoholic pus, dissolves the wooden box I gouge into the chest's cavity to rip out the intestines Slivering soft entrails to release the foaming secretions I suck up the concoction and eat the decay With cankered disgorgement I excrete my gurgling prey Bile, chyme and blood in the offal effervesce I eviscerate the bowels and drink the clotted cess
Eaten alive Munched into pulp Premature necropsy Comes closer with each gulp Brain not fully dead Decrepit splattered libs Mass ensanguined spasms Excretion now begins... ...Semi-conscious human faeces ...Semi-digested squirming pieces ...Semi-animate in excrement ...Semi-terminal constipation
The rotting corpse lies on a mortuary slab Pus starts to burst from each visceral scab Body temperature drops, bone seizure takes place As the discharge oozes from the boils on the face Suppurated - Pyosisified Pustulated - Soggy insides The cataleptic remains incite the suppuration Giving way to the stench of anal emanation This repulsive concoction drips onto the floor Cleansing the viscous enzymes of the body's inner core
Plugged into the socket Leads attached to twisting skin Ignite the squirming foetus To dissolve it from within The uterus aspirated...foeticide Suction catheter eradicating...your insides Foeticides done daily Frying them inside the womb Electrocuting embryos In their sterile tomb Your cervix an abscess... foeticide Pumped out by your gynaecologist... your insides Spasmodic convulsions of pleasure are gained Pumping out the boiling gunge as you languish in pain Scouring out the womb from effervescing rot Scrubbing-brush comes in handy to clean out all the clots Electrodes buzz with power Visceral muscle is charred black Melting bone, frying aqueous humour A dignified death is what you lack
Fomentatious perflation hydrogenates your foetal cisterna Coagulating haemorrhage and your congenital hernia Dehydrated soup - crumbling hygroma Pectified sludge - dank, acrid aroma Clotting uteral mucus, dissipating your foetus Melting your uterus and evaporation your cyesis Your molten foetus is reconstituted by warm, molten enzymes Slowly digested in microwaved slime Your stomach is churning, heat effervescing your succus Your innards running like hot, sticky mucus Mangled uterogestation, your perimetrium clots Your insides cooking, steaming and hot
Bodies dismembered, corpses desecrated Carcasses liquidized and minced with hatred Brains are splattered, strewn limbs and heads Blood has been spurted as the arteries were shredded Eyes have been impaled, flayed skin in strips Intestines and guts from the body have been ripped Stench of sweet blood, bones have been crunched Festering gore is eaten for lunch Parasitic carnivorous carrion, your gastrointestinal tract, your prey's cremator Bloody neo-cannibalistic, bloodfeed masticator Rigor sanguined fleshfeast, gourging on festered entrails and warm meat Devouring cold offal, necro-sentient mortis feed Mutilated organs, the meat-cleaver is raised Falls to mash the head and rip up the face Throats slit with vengeance, flesh stripped to the bone Your death is terrible, painful and slow Drooling palate Terrible odorous mess The repulsive stench Of roasting flesh Sterile carnage, dried sanguined personae desecration Scooping out the entrails, violent entrail emancipation The taste of violent gorge hot on your breath Digesting the succulent corpse in your succous death
Erupted thoracic savies - serum, pus and offal Perspiring ulcerous chancre - splattered on your wall Necro-cellular lesions - the stench of staining scabs Scraped up by medics, and wrapped in plastic bags Exploding pus and bile, abdominal saliva sprays Coughing out your intestines, and rubbing them in your face Carbuncles oozing sanguous, mortified entrails and rot Pieced together for autopsy, in your wooden box Frantic pelvic gut-wrench Splattered guts and gore Seeping disembowelment Mopped up off the floor Pelvic insides now rest in your perineum Splattered gore seeping from your orifices like hot sebum Pancreatic juices Internal digestive mess Acidic dripping spittle And squelching moist flesh Pulverized thoracic cavity Your rib-cage is snapped Rupturing internal organs Crushed in your diaphragm Your lungs are collapsed As your abdominal cavity is splattered Terminal back-ache paralysing As your spine is shattered
Effervescing entrails corroding after years The stench of the canker brings me no tears Festering tumours of cancerous decay Gnawed and chewed by maggots with malicious hate I like to slide my hand inside your stomach And rip out the putrid remains, Drink the pus and munch on the internal organs Until all the casket is drained. It's fun being a pathologist - slicing up corpses Especially when they have just been exhumed, I like doing autopsies on festering carcasses - I get high sniffing on all the fumes The sound of rancid juices sloshing around your coffin The mould and the gore remind me of that you're rotting Congealed blood clotted around both sets of veins The beautiful colour of your decomposing brain
Torched to a pimple Peeling skin and tissue Inflammable rectal gases Scalding your sinews Charbroiled to blackened char Smoked, sauted and black Blistering flaking tissue Insalvageable by skin graft Fused into a mess Dribbling cartilage and fumes Your body shrivelling Your fingers beginning to prune Burnt to a cinder Your body charred Incinerated carbon Molten as tar Smouldering ashes Scorched entrails Carbonated dust Cremated remains Burnt to a crisp Your fat's on fire Devouring you whole Like a cadaver-stoked pyre Charred to the bone Your flesh is burnt Tissues molten Bodily gases inert Human inferno Blazing eruption Evaporating marrow Spontaneous combustion Burnt to a crisp Your hair is singed Devouring your scalp Receding your fringe Dripping flesh and fat Spreads like an irritating rash Your fingers melting As you vainly scratch
Sanguinary disinterment Necrobiotic rash Gnawing, throbbing anguish The gullet is now mashed Pungent excruciation Flesh mummified by lice Amputated contusion Help yourself to a slice... Contamination... Strangulation... Mutilation... Gangrenous abscesses Paralysis sets in More carnage and bloodshed And the reek of molten skin Frenzied detruncation Dispeptic, charred and black Terminal putrescence Psychotics carve and hack Osteoporous enzymes release deadly secretions As the clotted parasites devour the excretion Emanation, suppuration - blood starts to gush My nocturnal dysentry is unleashed on this mush
Bloody hypertrophy of papillae spewing urethritis like urticaria Septicaemia filled dermis scorched by acidic uric nocturia. Verrucose urethra Glutenous condyloma Ureterocoeles excreting warm, decaying, cystic pemphigus Gnawing at flesh with rancid uraturial lust.
Chomping and splicing, your gums sliced to shreds Tattered bloody ribbons, incisored skin is shred Scraping on sore teeth, cracking and chipping Shredding and mincing raw nerve endings Salivating - sanguis, phlegm, froth and foam Masticating - your mandible stripped to the bone Mangling your tongue, bloody torn and dripping The swollen savage muscle frayed and blistering Your vocal chords severed, your lips are mutilated Masticating carved palate as your mouth is grated Only raw gargles croak from your throat A trickling death-rasp as you choke A silly grin carved from ear to ear Spurting mucus and tongue as your wind-pipe tears Gaping and sore The rusty razors bore Skin hangs and seeps Peptic ulcers bleed Your mouth is a sea of cartilage, rabid saliva bleeds Swallowing shredded tongue and pulverized, crunching teeth Respirating a bolus of rusty razor blades Asphyxiating bloody garotte, tearing your jugular vein
Pyosis mucolysifies malignant mucocoeles Pustules endocrinating disseminated mortified cells Flesh punctuated by cancerous pustules Burning your face with formicating papules Mucopurulence excretor Mucopurulent organs digested in sepsis Mucolysifying, rancidifying as you eat your own cysts Putrefying your pyorrhoea - infested corpse excretes away Expelling pyuria and septic goitrous membrane
Dried, rotting, flaking, rancid flesh Crumbling tissue - nothing left Cancerous, mouldy, septic infestation Smouldering decay of defecation Your bowels now play host to pestilent decay Waiting dormantly, it knows you're easy prey See the corpse, smell the rot Rigor mortis sets in like a frost Lacerated arteries, entrails in a mess The dry, stale smell of long rotted flesh See the corpse, smell the warmth As its cold, grey insides fester and burn The guts may melt, but the torso remains As the jellified innards turn into methane
Snorting the stench of latent effluvium And maturing damp fumes This foul menage forces tears to your eyes As the corpse's gas are exhumed.... Intoxicated by foul body odours And the nauseating tepid whiff Pinching your nostrils as you irrigate flatus From the emaciated stiff... Volatile entrails fume and steam As they're meticulously hacked during discission Evaporating sludge and bubbling pus - A rotten gaseous expiration... Maturating corpse, the stale smell of decay and rot - A sickening asphyxiation Gross remains gush, innards turn to sludge - With partial liquefaction... Smell the rot... Of the corrupted corpse.... Hallucinogenic trip... Tissue gases leak - a warm, unpleasant reek A quite macabre addiction Deteriorated, bloated corpse - decomposure burning hot Sniff the smell of carrion... Inhaling the dank smells As you gouge out the dripping innards with glee Succumbling to a translucid state As you sniff the aroma of necropsy... Bacterial decomposition The aroma of fungal/larval infestation Consuming, ripening slime As the cadaver is slowly wasting... Your sore sinews rot, blood curdling coughs As acrid foetor corrodes your lungs Body orifices clenched in your teeth As you frenziedly try to insert the bungs... Swollen, ripened corpse, the stench of crusting clots - The smell of stale perspiration Administering watery gore, you're screaming out for more - Addicted to putrefaction.... Snort the corpse... Get high on the rot... Orgasmic rush... Turns your brains to pus...
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-humous joy and elation... Body snatched, freshly interred Whatever takes my fancy To satisfy my gratuitous pica My culinary necromancy... Scrutinised then brutalised My forensic inquisition is fulfiled My recipe is now your epitaph Be it fried, boiled or grilled... I devour the pediculous 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...
Vilely I defile, chastise, humiliate Writhing, agonised as I violate to impregnate With lathering soaps and suds I slowly emenize Innards gurgulate as they're sickly baptized... Your rectum I will flood With bleach, detergents and suds... Rupturing your gall-blader Liver bleached and soaked Lungs now flooded With bicarbonates and boiling soap Orifices pumped and plugged Rectal membrane split Evaporating your bowels Anal muscle rips... I grope in the grime, the evaporating motions slush Pulverising your gut, in my rubber boots and gloves Your nates purple and raw, brillo pads scour and cleanse Sticking plasters on abrased organs, to try and make amends... ...Scour...abrase...scrub...erase.... Your innards I corrode This process you will loathe Your innards I evacuate With my crude methods of hate [Solo: rectal intubation with intolerable hot enema] Anal track acidically removed Along with rotten entrails and stools Disembowelling in my rage in your colostomy you suffocate ...Scour...abrase...scrub...erase.... Sadistically sodomizing with my instruments of grime Force-feeding it down your throat if I find the time Vaseline and talc soothe the gored ano-obliteration Sardonically I gloat on your rectal dislocation Seething with carnage lust As the plastic tubing in enthrust... Rupturing your gall-blader Liver bleached and soaked Lungs now flooded With bicarbonates and boiling soap Orifices pumped and plugged Rectal membrane split Evaporating your bowels Anal muscle rips... The anus sucked inside out, my victim now distraught Rectal tissue I scald, as I boil the inner core The orifice now clean - sanitised, red and raw Brutally impaling your rectum, this process I adore.... ...Scour...abrase...scrub...erase.... Your innards I corrode This process you will loathe Your innards I evacuate With my crude methods of hate Anal track acidically removed Along with rotten entrails and stools Disembowelling in my rage in your colostomy you suffocate
Miasmic fungus infests the small intestine Vitriolic juices burn through the stomach wall Bursting carcinosis as chylase melts your guts Crepitating neoplasm erupts with gore... Maturating boils, the canker emmenagogic Grume decays to a frothing sludge Dermatital pustules suppurate with cancer Caustic sepsis coagulates the blood... Necrolytic digestion, rancid plasma is released Automaceration of the carcass incites pyogenesis Globular tissue decomposed, hydrogen sulphide is evolved Reek of putrefaction secreted by necrotrophic mould... Excrete and disgorge the festering pus As your skin erupts with corrosive decay Urticaria vents infested sanies Slime from burst ulcers spurts and sprays... The innards decompose, putrify to jelly The dermis ruptures with sialagogic cruor Green putrified offal explodes with the discharge Bubbling viscera is splattered over the floor... Visceral organs infested by rampant hungry larvae Gnawing tattered giblets as sanies solidifies Enterisis dissolves the gut, self-digestion is undergone Autolysis of body tissue, enzymes macerate the bones... [Solo: smeared organic mess] ...Tumours erupt ...With infestation of grubs ...Ulcerous carrion maturates ...As the bacteria vitiates ...Tumours erupt ...With infestation of grubs ...Effervescing core ...Cankerous corpse
Bloodied, torn and twisted Severe mutilation is all that remains Stagnating in shrink-wrap Empty the contents onto the mortuary slab... The morbid, muted body Is dissected, lacerated and shred - Life is hard as a mortuary technician The fumes go straight to my head... The trunk now depleting gristle, with bactericidal decay This discissed disarticulation I bludgeon as I ablate... Diluted spittle, bile and gore Congealing puddles on the floor Grotesquely dismembered As the cavities I harshly sever... Stabbing at the trachea, chest with walls I puncture Slicing back flesh I tear, subject to malacia... Advanced rigor mortis, the corpse internally bruised Kaleidoscope livor mortis, the carcass a shade of livid blue Joints are stiffened, I now bend and crack The cerebrum pulped, with cranial collapse... Bodily embalmed and fluids tapped Maceration is oozing, as the insides I unwrap... Finished with the fragments, a mass of stinking waste Spread-eagled bloody mess, I hastily eviscerate... Advanced pyathrosis - let there be rot (fun in the morgue) Foul autodigestion - necrotic mutation... The gaping chest is crudely stitched up Internal organs are hastily replaced The carnage totally disfigured Another pathological waste... Flowing blood crusts The corpse is totally rotten to the core The miserable, festering stiff I dismember with my saw... The wounds are stitched, I shabbily try to repair Disintegrating with histolycis and everyday wear and tear... "Cadaveric dissolution, sliced, ripped and deceased Eructated gases are gurgling as they bleed Congested pus, blood and autodigested gore Tissue corrodes as aggression gnaws..." The mortuary table I now wipe, sponge and clean Washing away the remains of life, the slab now gleams... The evaporating reek of putrefaction gets right up my nose Carnage, chunks and leftover pieces in the bin I dispose... Advanced pyathrosis - let there be rot (fun in the morgue) Foul autodigestion - necrotic mutation...
...Aborted gestation...foetal mutilation... ...Abortive secretions...embryonic fermentation... Your crotch spawning afterbirth A congealing sprog basted in cess Palpitations spew a foetus Sprawling in this mess... Flowing lochial discharge Of copious womb lining torn The mutilated still-born mangled By the whiplashing umbilical cord... Mixing together post-natal juices The dead infant used as stock Slurping this horrendous concoction Eat the cervical slop... Lading our aborted derbis Oozing guts chomped in your maw The caesating premature baby Nurtured in post-partum gore... Suck cess on a plate. lick its pus from a spoon Gnaw at rashes on a dish, munch on the expelled womb... Its testicles incised - the foetus liquidized Whick the parasite - the gross remains baptized... [Solo: paturient paste sandwich] Stagnant placenta and smelly fluids The stiffening dead babe's crib Disembowelling and gutting Grating bone and rib Fragile limbs pulverised Dismemberment is so cruel Soggy organs and paturient broth Give piquance to this sickly gruel... Mixing together post-natal juices The dead infant used as stock Slurping this horrendous concoction Eat the cervical slop... Lading our aborted derbis Oozing guts chomped in your maw The caesating premature baby Nurtured in post-partum gore... Drink bile from a cup, gulp its phlegm from a pot Eat mucus on a saucer, choke on embryonic clots... (Pasteurised foetus goulash)
Festering scabs, papillae and pores Hardened carbuncles, spots and cold sores... Pick at the scab - septic blood starts to weep Rip at my face - ruptured growths start to seep Blackhead and boils, pustular cysts Chapped commodones, perspiring zits... Pierce the blane - infected tissue starts to bleed Diseased and plagued - tumours chew and feed... ...On ulcerated flesh... ...On facial mess... ...On blooming sores... ...On blistering warts... Squeeze out the blood, the pus I extract A rancid cocktail, steaming and black Infested skin, bubbles and bursts Hackne vulgaris, spluttering pus... ...The swarming mass... ...With acid I attack... ...With razors I hack... ...Bubos, bulging and black... Squeeze out the blood, the pus I extract A rancid cocktail, steaming and black Bursting canker, clustered bullae Pimples and bones eat me alive... Gnawing, curdling, swarming flesh Bubbling, seething, disgusting mess Smarting, abrased purple and raw Pustular, vulgar pimples and sores... The juice is squeezed Sebum bleeds Lick the pox Weals and warts... - Festering face - Decrepit and plagued...
The inset of rigor mortis, ulcerous corruption and decay Saponified fats lather as soap as you slowly eat yourself away... Organs savaged by rotten enzymes, rennin and rancorous cysts A festering abcess immersed in ravenous autolysis... Breaking down of dead tissue fuels methane gases A smouldering human compost-heap of self-digesting haemorrhage... emulsifying carnage, your purpulent torso is mummified A mortified, marbled feast for drooling parasites... Your lungs consumed in gore, slime and worm encrusted Brittle testes eroded in hot, corrosive succus Adhering to the bone, tissue necrosis a maggot feast A cadaveric crematorium, gaseos spumescence leaks... [Solo: parasitic flesh resection] [Solo: matted fungus, spawn, eggs, bacteria, germs, mould and meat] Your rump sustaining hostile organisms - Mould, eggs and larvae Peptonized spleen, liver and kidneys - A wasting, degenerate slime Septicemic mutation - Of rancid meat and writhing life Psychedelic, pustular platter of gunge - Come and take a bite... Dormant fungoid growths On the smarting human host Come bathe, cleanse and wash With livor mortis and dry rot... ...Lice and ticks... Flesh matted with hatching spawn Endo-parasites incubate in the warmth Mortician's implements to tap and bleed The swarming insects seed... ...Lice and ticks...expel bloody sick... Leathery skin bubbles as blue-bottles hatch Maggot infestation turns the rotting corpse black... Slushy bowels move as our friends squirm Flatulent belches-dry, festered and warm...
Your jugular arteries ripped Viscous juices gush and bleed You're gutted, skinned and mangled Enteral disorder is freed Your rib-cage wrenched and torn Still-pumping heart is crushed and smashed Your alimentary canal is finely chopped Lumpen meat is hacked... ...Disembowel, chop and trash... Veins are stripped and flayed Of haemorrhage, bile and sweat Savoured cuts are cured Bodily parts are wrecked Bissection of the twitching corpse Copious blood is drained Captive-bolt and pole-axe Shred, trash and maim... ...Dismember, carve and hack... I rip open pectoral cavities to devour my still-steaming grub Drinking adeps and effluence, smearing myself in congealing blood I tear at sauted crackling to guzzle on fetid swag Butchered remains are carved and collected in a doggy-bag... I mince up your limbs, off-cuts and cartilege Stuffing freshly-drawn intestine with grated coronary arteries I slice from your mutilated trunk runny fats and rind Skewering eye-orbits, brain, genitals and organs I grind... Bins od torrid offal where writhing stomachs squirm Chunks amongst your thighs and rump, crawling with tape-worm Snapped spinal column is gnawed, curdled trypsin turns into cheese Your vena cava lashed, on your pericardial sac I feed... I gourge myself on your loin, erepsin and brine consumed Blubbering escharic tegument, steaming remains turn into grume... ...Cranial fluids sucked... ...Flooded organs crushed... - You are totally wasted... Your dissected shell collapses, as I eat congested insides Desregarded entrails fume and rot, now host to hungry flies... ...Cranial fluids sucked... ...Flooded organs crushed... - You are totally wasted... ...Slow bissection makes me laugh...
Wart-encrusted sebaceous growths Pustulating, bleeding piles are what I boast Scabby and blistered pectoral skin flakes away As my crushed bowels evacuate much to my dismay... Faecal tripe - take the bite Urinary swill - take your fill Squeeze out the pus, perforate the rash Munch the mouldy scabs, lick the septic gash... Eroded crispy bowels, corrosive putrid breath Collapsing, slushy lungs, my diaphragm pickled in meths... Renal ulcerations, faecal gurgitations Costive crepitations, complete anal disgorgement... Disinterring organs, pus, urine and sewage Thrust into your naval, to soak up ascitic fluids... An abrasive concoction is formed in my throat Methylated bile, jaundiced kidneys bloat Tumorous stomach, coughing up gall The thorax infected with furuncles and boils... The sight of by abdomen, shrivelling and gurgling The reek of my bloody pleura, stagnating and curdling Cynical and sarcastic, my fetid sense of tumour Clinical and gastric, I imbibe my own vitreous humour... Soiled prostatic prolapse Ruptured hernia rips your groun Your mouth forced wide open As you're made to chew on your haemorrhoids... Gnawing my appendix, enteric organs glistening Acholial fluids, coagulating and thickening Weakened, cirrhosised liver, pumping out sludge Of pediculosal faeces, sanguineous bile and crud... Avulsion of salted tonsils Gavaged with a spoon Your scrotal sac torn open And stuffed with ano-genital grume...
"A body is committed to a public mortuary. Any victim of sudden or unexpected death will be brought here for a post-mortem by a pathologist; their job is to establish the cause of death. But sometimes a body is unrecognizable. Then it is vital, especially if murder is suspected, to establish identity..." Insipid fumes bellow from the atrabilious chimney Whilst in the sanctified crevet I calmly pillage and rake For hot dry powdered human slag Still steaming in the crematorium's grate Bio-organic ebullition, bones tar, tallow dehydrates For my deleterious horticulture so that I may cultivate Your mortal mechanism dies - in nutrients rich In the hallowed turf you lie - just for the taking Charred sinew's as good as lime, no phosphates do I need Deteriorated flesh used as top-soil, to replenish and nourish seed Spreading this human potash, as ash matured Recycling my rich harvest, bring out your dead...for use as manure... Irrigating tears are shed, but the ground still must be fed Tipping and dusting up the spilt contents of urns Every morsel that glows like ember on the fire Extinguishing all hope of beatrific dispatch These charred chassis desired Exequiet rites now performed, a coronach sooting up the flu Enter my execrable inferno, even in the after-life there's work to do The nitrogen content's high - but the flesh is weak At the graveside mourners cry - you're never to wake again [Lead: Compost humous horticulture by M. Amott] Burnt brisket renews the ground, to germinate my seed Cremated bodies are my spoil, to use them as plant-feed Ploughing this abhorrent human manure Seeding my rich harvest, bring out your dead...for the soils to devour... Dry the dead are bled, because the ground must be fed And there's still no rest for the dead I propagate - dust in the grate Ashes to ashes - dust to dust, diluted in water and sprayed on crops Charcoal, fats, flesh and soot fertilising pasture with active fertile rot Incumbent - latent calories are spent Ashes to ashes - dust to dust renewing the land with corpses corrupt Mortuary scrapings, hearses a must, to the hot hearth the deceased are trussed Harvesting the defouled, to fertilize my soil Rejuvenating the spent with my fecundate spoils... Reaping the gone, to nourish the land Replenishing exhausted pasture with my uncanny sleight of hand Restoring the unnatural balance, sowing my seed Defalcating the departed, I rapt and glean... So I recite my contrite lament, lacrimation for the dead Their rest which I disturb... Where should stand row upon row of cold grey remembrance stones My cash crops now grow...
"Identifying the bodies which are decomposed, dismembered, skeletonised pose very serious problems. We've had many cases in this department where a body has been found in pieces, or decomposed, and we've been able to put things together. Yes, the head, the upper part of the body, in a very badly decomposed state..." Excised and anatomised, deviscerated disarray The torso diverged with pride Deftly amputated, evulsed limbs now defunct The trunk imbrued, tatty stumps used as lugs For a chondrin puzzle so quaint Head and body decollate A heaving mass so quiescent... Scattered and scrambled, your teasement grows - A bloody caricature to make whole A squirming grisly jigsaw, detrital fragments fit so snug - That missing piece will leave you stumped Totally desassembled, nicely sliced and diced - A cold mannequin once resembled Real cranium teaser, carved from flesh and bone - So mystifying... Battered and diffused, with placating blows - A human jigsaw to make whole A sequacious pattern which once fitted so snug - Joining together each dubious lump Ravaged disassembly, neatly cubed and diced - A cold mannequin reassembled Astute brain teaser, incorporate flesh and bone So mortifying... An incessant game - methodically made With each cumulative piecing - of commensated meat... Bi-manual reconstruction, eldritch problem complete A convented effigy A pathological toy, each chunk rigorously Inter mortis locking, as you pathogenically rot Such a perplexing task To fit the remains in the casket Uliginous mess so quiescent... An incessant game - methodically made With each cumulative piece - of commensated meat...
"That's why I find it so amusing that the latter-day saints of our business... one, attribute to me motives that just weren't there, and two, accuse me of corrupting morality, which I wish I had the power to do. Prepare to die." An encloaking, dark epoch In which all life is now appraised Another valueless commodity On which the paracious may feebly graze Indebted homage to their mammon Whilst the mort is the music of the meek Transcendence from a beatifully brutal reality Is what I seek... Noxious, sully dolour Is not the sentiment upon which we feed But precocious consciousness Draws out a morbid nous to bleed Chiselling out seething words Which cut deep down to the bone Always legible So be it on our own headstone... Rising to out own nadir Reality we try to extirpate Trying to raise a twisted smile Similar to that silver plate On a coffin which is joined Hammering in each final nail Last kill and testament Left now intestate... Noxious, sully dolour Is not the thesis which is bled A precarious train of thought In which mental cattle-trucks are led Carving out skilful words Which shear brittle bones Always spelt out well We just can't leave the dead alone... Monographic text A terminal doctrine of diseased minds perplexed Enunciated epigrams Eschatological, rotten requiems Always our own worst cynics Exorcisers of scorching scorn Digging our own graves But never stand over and mourn The roulade now pandemonium Displaced in the muggy sods Espoused with the macabre The dead we filch and rob... ...Munificant bale... ...From the deviants staid... Execrations - taunting spiritual release Exoneration - upon the perishable we feast Excogitation - picking at the bones of convention Exculpitation - foul verbal conflagration... Epigraphic text, a literary vex The macabre perplexed, with corporeality meshed Euthenic text An unpleasant journey, to a world perplexed Corporeal epigraphs Eschatological unpleasantness Always forever cryptic Exercisers of twisted grief Helping you to dig up the interred Whilst fresh still are the wreaths The harmony now pandemonium Heard out in the muddy dirt Espoused with the bizzare We play on our own turf... ...Epithetic text... ...A macabre rality perplexed... Execrations - literary tales of atrocities fairy Exoneration - harsh, cold bloody marys Excogitation - a narcissistic eutechnique Exculpitation - perverse artworks, so unique... Monographic text, a literary vex The macabre perplexed, with reality meshed...
"Oh my God! What are these? You can hear people puking... They're dog meat!" In caustic butchery I parent my dominion In the food chain I create the missing link Cold temerity confects this splintered for age Infantile corruption taken to the brink... Making hash of the spumous crubescent All natural compassion removed The newly fully developed boiled as sprouted fodder Martilinear murder - cordon bleu As salubrious pet food Human midden is consumed... Not one to mince my words But now I love to see those siblings churned In tins they are reared Ghastly I slake Bestial appetites to sate As flesh and steel I mate To fill the lower species' plate... Desparental, primparal goods oozing The bawling, squabbling denied the suckling teat Sentient bloodletting sprains the sporulate Makes a choice chimerical treat... Rheological, twisted nursery chymes The fluxing of the defleshed Paedophilosophical, carnage knowledge As the illegitimeat to the domesticated is fed So as you breed They will bleed... Contumely calorie count Ebullient death toll mounts - Higher and higher... Despumation the midden, the desipient I segment Pertaining vitality, their dispatch I cement Served out for minion in their feeding trough...
"If visible identification is not possible, the pathologist may be able to take fingerprints from the body until decay sets in... things become more complicated." Intenacious, intersecting Reaving fats from corporal griskin Culled...for sodden gelatine brayed Skeletal groats triturated, desinently Exsiccated, sere glutenate brewed For frivolous solvent abuse... Derogate coarse remains For glue to dry Despoiled marrow razed ...A truculent shambles so severe... Extravated bone - as adhesive incarnate A pellucid quietus - nocuosly I create Corporal glue, breathe in the fumes Mucilage vapours, toxic fumes to savour Comminuted remains As gum to dry A lissom gel so glazed ...A truculent shambolic affair... The exsanguine esprit - shorted as snuff Rheumic oils forever - Bonded together as gum Human glue, choke on the fumes Noxious vapours, slaughterous labour...
"Human remains in a beaker and tray and coffee pot. Bones which were being partly macerated, dissolved, in a margarine container which had engine coolant in it. It smelled very awful." Striking up my discordant underture A carnal cacophony perversely penned Transposed...and decomposed On strings fashioned from human twine Lovingly wound and fretted upon my bow Garishly incarcerated...the dead resonate In a final death-throe Vibrant as I thresh... Movements scripted for the dead... Orchestral horrors I vehemently conduct My corpus concertos cordial Disinterred... and detuned With six feet below In harmony with the deceased My inspiration...your disintegration For my latest masterpiece My scope creeps your flesh... Notes seep from sinewy frets... But don't hold your breath As you wait for your god or the void Or the abyss of nothingness Your usefulness isn't through Your productivity I resume... My sorbid, soiled handicrafts Will be your afterlife's handicap.... ...My corrupt crescendos... ...Will leave you out on a limbo... ...Your disposition I unleash... ...You will rest in my piece... With deadly dynamics You're dead, buried and barred Your remains dampened and fingered Your mortal coil is barbed The death-bells are peeling Ringing out as you flake Shrieking out their recitals A celebration of your wake... Enter my funereality My world two metres under A curious habitat Your muddy trench I plunder Pass on to ethereality Churned out under the sextant's blade You live your life in wretchedness And death is no escape...
Officinal - immiscible compounds are mixed, A gagging expectorate, of lysergic acids, Premensely emerced, consciousness slowly sips, Peculated, in an ebriat(i?)ng narcocis... ...Cataleptic, Imbibe...neurotripsick... [Leads: Gross disorientation by W.G. Steer] Neurally numbed, a narcosis so trans-lucid, So pernicious, halluciagenics, Procreating, ocular contorting, Your idiosyncrassy, is now expropriated... ...Extirpation, Mind...termination...
Salutiferous exaltation, through fusty spatterings I sift, Cauterizing proud flesh, pyogenic cortex I just yearn to rip, With impalpable, cathartic tools, dilapidated lusts I gratify, Cold premediated surgery, in my calculated surgery I hold your fragile life... Pultacious... Pugnacious... Pernicious... Acro-idiopathic... Artificially concussed, excavating to your gastric core, Patulous, deep wounds, cascading and crimson as I explore, Master at my bloody art, I like to carve sculpture and maim, Mounted on the freezer's geurney, you're exhibited until you enter into decay... Pultacious... Pugnacious... Delicious... Gastric-idiopathology... Welcome to my theatre, the stage upon which I act, Turning into a sumptuous perfomance, heiniously I hew and gash, Churning out a deep gulch, the incision a major nick, A quick toke of nitrous oxide is how I get my kicks... Expurgating healthy tissue, opulent flesh I slit, Costate cuts expunged as the patient I now fillet, Malpractising and mussing, carnage hyperventilates, Self placebonic, the only is operate... The recumbent are my prey - under my genital blade, Your precordium I brutally plunder - whilst you're put under Exanguinating - you're totally parched, Exenterating - removing body parts, Wholly abraded - Surgically maimed, Decortication - Medically slain Contaminating, infacting, how I love to cough and sneeze, On the carneous culture, to cause bacteria to breed, Anaesthetised, paralysed, a clinical stupor is induced, With callous dexterity your bodily mass is reduced... I extract the gullet - to end up in my bucket, A quick flick of my wrist - and I'll be struck off the list Exanguinating - straigh from the heart, Exenterating - with my lancet so sharp, Anatomically - my surgery maims, Decortication - by the clinically deranged Gross misconduct, I make the choicest cuts, Text book stabs, written on your tag... Wheeled away after a medical mishap, In a polythene bag your body is now wrapped... The acute wound now sealed up, The picture of ill-health, you're a bit cut up...
Welcome, to a world of hate A life of buried dreams Smothered, by the soils of fate Welcome, to a world of pain Bitterness your only wealth The sand of time kicked in your face -Rubbed in your face When aspirations are squashed When life's chances are lost When all hope is gone When expectations are quashed When self esteem is lost When ambition is mourned ...All you need is hate In futility, for self preservation We all need someone -Someone to hate
Multifarious carnage Meretriciously internecine Sublime enmangling steelbath Of escheated atrocities Enigmatic longanimity of ruminent mass graves Meritorious victory, into body-bags now scraped... Regnant fleshpiles The dead regorged Osculatory majestic wrath This carnal forge Desensitized - to perspicuous horror Dehumanized - fresh cannon fodder... Meritorious horror Perspicuous onslaught Dehumanized - cannon fodder Killing sanitized Slaughter sanctified Desensitized - to genocide Reigning corpsepiles Death regorged Sousing bloodbath Carnage forged... In the cold, callous dignity of the mass grave... Multiferocious carnage Cruel, mendacious creed Sublime, murderous bloodbath Of fiscal atrocities Inexorable mettle in redolent consomme An opprobious crucible of molten human waste... Priapismic deathpiles Infinitely regorged The smelting butchery Of the carnal forge Desensitized - to pragmatic murder Dehumanized - into cannon fodder...
Sensual awakening Numbing feeling's dead Conception's romanticised Synthesized broken heart's to bled Without emotion you heartstring's played Strummed and severed to the tune of a tragic serenade Without emotion, your heartstrings break Snapped and severed to the tune of a tragic, sad cliche No love lost When all is said and done There's no love lost The low cost of loving Amorous travesty Human frailties and weakness are easy prey How your poor heart will bleed
Works of art, painted black Magniloquent, bleeding dark Monotonous palate, murky spectrum, grimly unlimited Food for thought, so prolific In contrasting shades, forcely fed Abstraction, so choking, so provocative A canvas to paint, to degenerate Dark reflections - degeneration A canvas to paint, to denigrate Dark reflections, of dark foul light Profound, aesthetic beauty Or shaded, sensary corruption Perceptions, shattered, splintered, mirroring In deft taints, diluted, tinted Spelt out, in impaired colour Denigrating, going to paints to pain - not a pretty picture Works of heart bleeding dark Black, magniloquent art Monotonous palate, murky spectrum, grimly unlimited Prolific food for thought Contrasting, fed with force Abstraction, so choking, so provocative Bleeding works of art Seething work so dark Seering words from the heart
I bow down your precious icon, deity of self suppression This effigy of flesh, corporeal christi, nailed In submission to this false idol, seeking deliverance From this spiritual hierarchy, downward spiralling, a corrupt throne Of repression and guilt Our will be done Thy kingdom burn On my knees, before this tormented flesh, in irreverence In communion with this parasitic host of virtuous divinity This imperious creed bears testament to the failures of our morality Righteous durance is our cross we bear in stations In stations of the lost Our will be done Thy kingdom burn - thy kingdom burn Our will be done From your knees arise By your own hand, your god you scribe The earth shall inherit the meek Your god is dead Bound down, in God we're trussed, foul stature Icons embodied in flesh, we nail In servitude to deities fashioned in our self image Shadows of eternal strife cast by those who serve Serve a crown of pawns
Tearing down the walls Breaching frontiers, unlocking the gates To a new world disorder A fresh balance of terror, the equilibrium of hate/ All flesh entwined, in the equality of pain Archaic nescience unleashed Entrenched, a bitter legacy Tempered in mental scars All flesh entwined in mortal equality Tangled mortal coil Twisted and warped Tangled mortal coil
Prognathous gears grind So diligent and serrated they mesh Toothed cogs churn So trechant, against soft flesh Worked to the bone Up to the hilt, depredated Raw materialism To stoke the furnaces Toiling, rotting Life slowly slips away Consumed, inhumed In this mechanized corruption line By mincing machinery industrialised - pulped and pulverised Enslaved to the grind Blood, sweat, toil, tears Arbeit macht frei/fleisch -Grave to the grind Inimitable gears twist To churn a living grave Stainless cogs shredding Scathing pistons bludgeon and flail Stripping to the bone Retund mandrels levigate Just raw material Your pound of flesh for the suzerain Toiling, rotting Life slowly dissipates Consumed, inhumed In a corruption line, mechanized By mincing machinery, industrialized - crunched and brutalised -A grave to the blind
Parched with thirst our cup overfloweth With the crimson milk of human blindness In charnel towers of ivory besieged The bones of subjugation are picked clean In barren decadence, tears are the only affluence Welling eyes are indifferent, as the blind bleed Blood and tear - out damn spot out The fruits of perpetual decay Pouring the salts in open wounds - out damn spot out The scars remain, will stay perpetual decay Bloody hands never wash clean Abject misery to bleed Decadence to feed Out damn spot out Parched with thirst how the other half die Void of compassion our cup runs dry With a silver spoon born to dig communal graves The only consecration, the economics of pain In barren decadence, tears are the fuel of affluence Wells of blood run diffluent, a bitter harvest to reap...
A play on words, or words on play Last chapter, verse in the final act Words well scripted, each sentence choking Inaudible gag, blanket which suffocates As you eat another's words Malnourished, you starve Silence has a definition Vocabulary of muted diction Precise thought to miscomprehend Ambiguity in high resolution Articulate expletive fiction Open to misinterpretation - so precise (Silence has a definition A vocabulary of muted diction Articulate, expletive) Condensed meaning, making no sense Open mouth the lines In stressed expression, understand the silence The piercing calm, sour music to your ears As you regurgitate another's words In their shallowness you drown A play on words, making no sense Which makes no sense Which makes nonsense
A grim myriad, a grey kaleidoscope, sterile, contrasting Born and die, institutionalised, a bleak epitaph, an apalogue so sad Cross indexed, cross dissected Cross referenced, contabescence Cross indexed, cross bisected Cross referenced, certificate of death/certified dead Machine coded, reduced to hard memory, in a data base Digitalised, statistical obituary, your only legacy, your final resting place
THE THREADS OF GLOBAL FABRIC ARE UNITED, THE ROLE OF THE WESTERN FREE WORLD IS IN DECLINE, STILL FREE TO CONSUME, FREE TO BREATHE, FREE TO EXIST, FREE TO DREAM, YOUR LIFE OF DREAMS, KEEP ON ROTTING, KEEP ON ROTTING, KEEP ON HOPING, DREAMING, ONE DAY MAYBE, KEEP ON ROTTING, KEEP ON HOPING, WHILST IN THE REAL WORLD YOU... CONSUMER OR CONSUMED, YOUR LIFE IS CHEAP, ECONOMIC SALVATION IN SWEATSHOPS RETURNED FROM THE EAST, DESPAIR THE ONLY QUALITY OF STRIFE, A REASON FOR EXISTENCE IF YOU CAN AFFORD THE PRICE, IF YOUR PRICE IS RIGHT, KEEP ON ROTTING, KEEP ON HOPING, KEEP ON DREAMING, ONE DAY MAYBE, KEEP ON ROTTING, KEEP ON HOPING, KEEP ON DREAMING, WHILST IN THE REAL WORLD YOU... KEEP ON ROTTING, KEEP ON HOPING, KEEP ON DREAMING, ONE DAY MAYBE, KEEP ON ROTTING, KEEP ON HOPING, KEEP ON DREAMING, WHILST IN THE REAL WORLD YOU... ...ROT!!!!!
YOUR KINGDOM IS OF EMPTINESS, INVISIBLE EMPIRE OF ILLUSION, THERE'S NO MAJESTY IN YOUR EMPTY WORDS, YOUR IDEOLOGY - SELF DELUSION, REVISIONISM IS THE FUTURE, SO LET'S HAIL THE SAME OLD DAWN, KNEEL BEFORE THE SAME OLD ORDER, YOU'RE NO KINGS - ONLY PAWNS, YOU'RE WAITING FOR TOMORROW, WELL TOMORROW NEVER COMES, HA, YOU'RE WAITING FOR YOUR NEW DAWN, SO SAD TO SAY THERE ISN'T ONE, BECAUSE, (YOU FOOLS) TOMORROW BELONGS TO NOBODY, TOMORROW - BELONGS TO NOBODY
BLACK STAR, JEWEL OF THE NIGHT, BLACK STAR, BURNING BRIGHT, MAGNIFICENT SUN, A BEACON BURNING, FIVE POINTED COAL, A GUIDE ETERNAL, BLACK STAR, FIVE POINTED COAL, BLACK STAR, THE COSMIC SOUL, SHINING OPAQUE, CELESTIAL FURNACE, GLITTERING DARK, A SUN IN MOURNING, BLACK STAR, WHERE LIGHT NEVER SHINES, BLACK STAR WON'T YOU BE MY GUIDE? A DEAD SUN FOR WHERE THE LIGHT NEVER SHINES, SHINE ON... TWINKLE, TWINKLE BLACK STAR, SHINE ON... BLACK STAR, DARKEN THE SKIES, FOREVER BURN, NEVER TO DIE, AN EBONY FLAME, A SUN INFERNAL, NEMESIS OF THE NIGHT, MY OWN DARK ANGEL, BLACK STAR, JEWEL OF THE NIGHT, BLACK STAR, SO CRUEL, SO BRIGHT, A GLORIOUS SUN, WITH WARMTH SO HEALING, GLITTERING DARK, A SUN IN MOURNING, BLACK STAR, WHERE LIGHT NEVER SHINES, BLACK STAR WON'T YOU BE MY GUIDE? A DEAD SUN FOR WHERE THE LIGHT NEVER SHINES, SHINE ON... TWINKLE, TWINKLE BLACK STAR, SHINE ON... BLACK STAR
YEAH, CROSS MY HEART AND HOPE TO DIE, IT WILL ONLY END IN TEARS, EYE FOR AN EYE, FOR AN EYE, IF BEAUTY IS ONLY SKIN DEEP, THEN THANKFULLY I AM BLIND, CROSS MY HEART AND HOPE TO DIE, CROSS MY HEART, COME CROSS THE LINE, WON'T YOU BE MINE, MY BLOODY VALENTINE? PUT ME ON A PEDESTAL, I'LL PUT YOU ON A SLAB !!!!! CROSS MY HEART AND HOPE TO DIE, COME, LET'S CROSS THE LINE, THERE'S A FINE LINE, BETWEEN LOVE AND HATE, LET'S TEAR IT APART, CROSS MY HEART, AND HOPE TO DIE, CROSS MY HEART, COME LET'S CROSS THE LINE, TIME IS NO GREAT HEALER, QUICKLY THE SENSES NUMB, COME CROSS MY HEART, VOID AND NULL, LOVE IS A WEAKNESS, LUST CONQUERS ALL, CROSS MY HEART AND HOPE TO DIE, WHERE DO WE DRAW THE LINE? THERE'S A FINE LINE, BETWEEN LOVE AND HATE, LET'S TEAR IT IN TWO, CROSS MY HEART, AND HOPE TO DIE, CROSS MY HEART, COME LET'S CROSS THE LINE, LET'S TEAR IT APART.
RAISED IN A NURSERY OF RUMBLING BRICK, RUSTED IRON, CRACKED STONE AND STEEL, NURTURED IN A BARREN CONCRETE CRIB, IN A PLAYGROUND OF GREY, YOUR FATE IS SEALED, AGAINST A BACK DROP OF DRAB, COLD CORROSION, WE LEARN TO DANCE, LOVE, SING AND PLAY, RAZOR WIRE THE STRUNG UMBILICAL CORD, IN AN UNSTERILE WOMB OF URBAN DECAY, LET ME TAKE YOU DOWN, AS I'M GOING TOO, PLAY HARD - LIKE CHILD'S PLAY, PLAYING ROUGH - AFTER ALL IT'S ONLY A GAME, NOW, REDEVELOPMENT LIES IN RUINS, AS GUTTED SLUMS ARE SOWN, ENVELOPING, SMOTHERING SQUALOR, THIS DERELICTION GROWS, OUTSIDE IT IS NOW COLD AND DARK, ONLY DESOLATION, DARKNESS AND GLOOM, NOT A FAR CRY FROM A TORTURED CAT, YOUR CITIES WILL BECOME YOUR TOMBS, LET ME TAKE YOU DOWN, AS I'M GOING TOO, PLAY HARD - LIKE CHILD'S PLAY, PLAYING ROUGH - AFTER ALL IT'S ONLY A GAME,
DON'T CLAIM TO BE A PROPHET, DON'T CLAIM TO READ THE STARS, BUT I CAN SEE A FUTURE, MAPPED OUT IN SCARS, LOOK TO THE SKIES, KEEP PRAYING TO YOUR GODS, YOUR ONLY SALVATION, WILL COME IN THE SHAPE OF THE BOMB, NO CLOCKWORK ORANGE, THE DOOM WATCH TICKS, THERE'S NO SECOND COMING, ONLY FINAL CONFLICT, BLIND PESSIMISM? ONLY TIME WILL TELL, THE COLD HARD REALITY, IS THAT THIS WORLD HAS GONE TO HELL, AND THIS IS WHERE I BELONG, IN MY ROOM ONE ZERO ONE, AS I SIT HERE ALL ALONE, IN MY OWN PRIVATE YEAR ZERO, THESE NUMBERS BRANDED, EMBEDDED IN THE MIND, HOW CAN YOU HERALD A FUTURE, WHEN IT'S ALREADY ARRIVED? KEEP LOOKING TO THE SKIES, KEEP WAITING FOR YOUR LORD, YOU FOOLS THERE'S NO SECOND COMING, TO REDEEM YOU ALL, AND THIS IS WHERE I BELONG, IN MY ROOM ONE ZERO ONE, AS I SIT HERE ALL ALONE, IN MY OWN PRIVATE YEAR ZERO, DON'T CLAIM TO BE A PROPHET, DON'T CLAIM TO SIGHT THE STARS, BUT I CAN READ THE FUTURE, IN ANGUISHED MENTAL SCARS, I HAVE NO FAITH, IN ANYTHING THAT YOU HOLD DEAR, THE FUTURE IS OURS, ONLY IN SWEAT AND TEARS, AND THIS IS WHERE I BELONG, IN MY ROOM ONE ZERO ONE, AS I SIT HERE ALL ALONE, IN MY OWN PRIVATE YEAR ZERO
DON'T WANT YOUR NUMBER, DON'T WANT YOUR NAME, DON'T WANT YOUR COLOUR... DON'T WANT YOUR POLITICS, DON'T WANT YOUR CAUSE, DON'T BELIEVE WHAT YOU BELIEVE, DON'T WANT TO WEAR YOUR EMBLEM DON'T WANT YOUR CULT OR SECT, DON'T WANT YOUR FAITH, DON'T WANT YOUR RESPECT, DON'T WANT YOUR LOVE, DON'T WANT YOUR PRAISE, DON'T WANT YOUR STUPID FASHION, DON'T WANT YOUR PHASE, POLARISED - TELL ME WHAT COLOURS DO YOU WEAR? YOUR BELIEFS, POLARISED, I JUST DON'T CARE FOR WHAT YOU CARE. I JUST DON'T CARE FOR WHAT YOU CARE.
LOST FOREVER, A WHOLE GENERATION OF PATHETIC LOST SOULS, WITH NO MEANING NO DEPTH, THEY'RE ALREADY DEAD, BEFORE IT GETS OLD, ANONYMOUS, BLANK, NO INDIVIDUALITY, UNIFORMED, A WHOLESALE, BLANKET IDENTITY, FROM THE DAY THAT THEY'RE BORN, - ANOTHER GENERATION TO MOURN, WHAT CHOICE FOR A NEW GENERATION? ANOTHER GENERATION UNDER SEDATION, FLOCKING LIKE SHEEP, THE INSTINCTUAL HERD, AS FASHION DICTATES, PRIMITIVELY SEDUCED, COMMONLY REDUCED, RESIGNED TO THEIR FATE, ANOTHER USELESS, FACELESS DEGENERATION, LIKE THE ONE WHICH PRECEDES, ACKNOWLEDGING, A BLEAK EXISTENCE, TO BE SPENT ON IT'S KNEES, - THE PATTERN IT SEEDS, WHAT CHOICE FOR A NEW GENERATION, ANOTHER GENERATION UNDER SEDATION, GENERATION HEXED, JUST ANOTHER USELESS GENERATION ... HEXED TRAPPED TOGETHER, ANOTHER WASTED GENERATION IS SOLD, WITH NO MEANING, NO DEPTH, THEY'RE THERE TO BE BLED, NEVER BREAKING THE MOULD, ANONYMOUS, BLANK, NO INDIVIDUALITY, MISINFORMED, A WHOLESALE, BLINKERED NON-ENTITY, ON IT'S KNEES BORN, - ANOTHER GENERATION TO SCORN, WHAT CHOICE FOR A NEW GENERATION? ANOTHER GENERATION UNDER SEDATION, SELF SUPPRESSED, GENERATION VEXED, HA, SELF OPPRESSED, JUST ANOTHER GENERATION HEXED, WHAT CHOICE FOR A NEW GENERATION? A GENERATION VEXED, STILL NO CHOICE FOR A NEW GENERATION, JUST ANOTHER GENERATION UNDER SEDATION, GENERATION HEXED, JUST ANOTHER USELESS GENERATION, GENERATION HEXED, JUST ANOTHER WASTED GENERATION, ... HEXED
FIRMHAND, IRON FIST, AN ARDENT DEXTEROUS WEEDING PROCESS, OVERLORD WITH A STRONG GRIP, VIRAL CONTAINMENT, A HARVESTING GRID, FIRMHAND - UNNATURAL SELECTION IS APPLIED FIRMHAND - THE FINAL SOLUTION, EUGENOCIDE, HATE IS THE LAW, LOVE UNDER WILL, HATE IS THEIR LAW, LOVE UNDER WILL, TRANSFUSING, CONTAGION BREEDS, MULTI-CULTURED EPIDEMIC IS RELEASED, HELD FIRM, CRUSHING GRASP, A PAINSTAKING, CALLOUS, ARDUOUS TASK, FIRMHAND - INDISCRIMINATE SELECTION IS APPLIED FIRMHAND - THE FINAL SOLUTION, EUGENOCIDE, HATE IS THE LAW, LOVE UNDER WILL, HATE IS THEIR LAW, LOVE UNDER WILL, WITH SLIGHT OF THEIR FIRMHAND, AND DEVIANCY IS CLEANSED, HATE IS THE LAW, LOVE UNDER WILL, HATE IS THEIR LAW, LOVE UNDER WILL, WITH SLIGHT OF THEIR FIRMHAND, WITH THE MIGHT OF THEIR FIRMHAND, WITH SLIGHT OF THEIR FIRMHAND, AND DEVIANCY IS CLEANSED
HANDS IN ANOTHER'S POCKET, THE BED THEY MAKE, IS NOT THE ONE IN WHICH THEY LIE, THE SAME OLD FACES, THE SAME OLD ESTABLISHMENT, THE SAME OLD LIES, CROSS YOUR "X", IT'S YOUR ONLY VOICE, DO AS YOU'RE TOLD, DON'T ROCK THE BOAT, AND BUY WHAT YOU'RE SOLD, BELIEVE THE LIE, THE LINE THAT YOU TOE, DOING FINE, IF YOU JUST DO AS YOU'RE TOLD, NO DISSIDENT VOICES, THE FACES MERGE, ARE ONE, ABSOLUTE, A COMFORTABLE, PRIVILEGED, WHITE OVER BELLY, REVOLUTION, NO THREAT, NO CHANGE, NO GAIN, JUST PAIN, THE SAME OLD SCHEME, NO HOPE, NO CHOICE, NO FUTURE, NO VOICE, THIS IS NO PIPE DREAM, ALL IS NOT WHAT IT SEEMS, BELIEVE THE LIE, THE LINE THAT YOU TOE, YOU'LL DO JUST FINE, IF YOU JUST DO AS YOU'RE TOLD, YOU BELIEVE THE LIE, THE LINE THAT YOU TOE, DOING FINE, IF YOU JUST DO AS YOU'RE TOLD, IS THIS ROCK'N'ROLL OR A FORM OF STATE CONTROL? IS THIS REALLY ROCK'N'ROLL? OR A FORM OF STATE CONTROL?
YOU SHOULD NEVER TAKE TOO LITERALLY WHAT YOU READ, MISINFORMATION, DISTORTION, MAKE BELIEF, FABRICATIONS, HALF TRUTHS IMPLIED, MISQUOTATIONS, OUT OF CONTEXT AND LIES, "I PROMISE TO TELL THE TRUTH, THE WHOLE TRUTH AND NOTHING BUT..." LIES - YOU BELIEVE THEM ALL, LIES - YOU SWALLOW THEM WHOLE, LIES, LIES, HALF TRUTHS MISINFORMATION AND... LIES - YOU BELIEVE THEM ALL, LIES - YOU SWALLOW THEM WHOLE, LIES, LIES, HALF TRUTHS MISINFORMATION AND... ... LIES, FACT AND FANTASY UNITED AS ONE, REAL POWER STEMS FROM THE BARREL OF A PEN, LIVING MEMORY CAN EASILY BE ERASED, THE PEN IS MIGHTIER THAN THE SWORD, YET WITH NO BLADE, "I PROMISE TO TELL THE TRUTH, THE WHOLE TRUTH AND NOTHING BUT..." LIES - YOU BELIEVE THEM ALL, LIES - YOU SWALLOW THEM WHOLE, LIES, LIES, HALF TRUTHS MISINFORMATION AND... LIES - YOU BELIEVE THEM ALL, LIES - YOU SWALLOW THEM WHOLE, LIES, LIES, HALF TRUTHS MISINFORMATION AND...
SOME PEOPLE AREN'T CUT OUT TO BE SAINTS, AND SINCE I WAS BORN IN ORIGINAL SIN, HEDONISM HAS A CERTAIN ATTRACTION, I THINK I'LL CUT THE CRAP, CUT OUT THE MIDDLE MAN, AND GO TO HELL, I'VE SOLD MY SOUL, SO WHEN MY BODY GOES COLD, I'LL GO STRAIGHT TO HELL, GO TO HELL, WON'T YOU BE TOLD? I'VE SOLD MY SOUL, GO STRAIGHT TO HELL YOUR PARADISE DOESN'T SOUND TOO FETCHING, IT'S NOT ONLY YOUR SOULS WHICH MUST BE LOST, "HELL IS OTHER PEOPLE", YEAH, TOO RIGHT, MY HELL IS YOU, THE SINS OF THE FLESH SOUND SO APPEALING, SO LET ME WALLOW IN MY GUILT, YOUR HELL WILL BE MY HEAVEN, SO LET'S TURN UP THE HEAT, LET ETERNITY BEGIN, AND GO TO HELL, I'VE SOLD MY SOUL, SO WHEN MY BODY GOES COLD, I'LL GO STRAIGHT TO HELL, C'MON, LET'S GO TO HELL, WON'T YOU BE TOLD? I'VE SOLD MY SOUL, GO STRAIGHT TO HELL, LET'S BURN IN THE FLAMES, YEAH!!!!