Round and round we go Like a merry-go-round out of control The same old tune, the same old song Again, again and again Round and round we go When will
(Music: Regadas) (Lyrics: Walker) Black star, jewel of the night Black star, burning bright Magnificent sun, a beacon burning Five pointed coal, a guide
Excised and anatomized, [Incomprehensible] disarray The torso diverged with pride Deftly amputated, avulsed limbs now defunct [Incomprehensible] chondrin
Vilely I defile, chastise, humiliate Writhing, agonized as I violate to impregnate With lathering soaps and suds I slowly enemize Innards gurgulate as
Eaten aliveMunched into pulp Premature necropsy Comes closer with each gulp Brain not fully deadDecrepit splattered libs Mass ensanguined spasms Excretion
Your pulverized torso languishes in it's pool of pus Minced, cancerous viscera, gore seeps from the guts My fetid fetish is to excavate the moulding rot
An emotional void, a cold empty shell Embittered husk, a heart of darkness Trace weak pulse, vascular eclipse Numbed and sapped, emotional paralysis
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
(Music: Steer) (Lyrics: Walker) Firmhand, iron fist, an ardent dexterous weeding process Overlord with a strong grip, viral containment, a harvesting
A play on words or words on play Last chapter, verse in the final act Words well scripted, each sentence choking Inaudible gay, blanket which suffocates
Salutiferous exaltation, through fusty spatterings I sift, Cauterizing proud flesh, pyogenic cortex I just yearn to rip, With impalpable, cathartic tools
Bodies dismembered, corpses desecrated Carcasses liquidized and minced with hatred Brains are splattered, strewn limbs and heads Blood has been spurted
Limb from limb... Curled glands... Hacked giblets... Stumps for hands... Limb from bloody limb Ruptured spleen... Rancid loin... Shattered ribs...
A rising bleak dawn, a permanent sunset On the human condition, a boot perpetually treads Illumination snuffed forwards on time will march Holding as
(Music: Steer) (Lyrics: Walker) Lost forever A whole generation of pathetic lost souls With no meaning no depth They're already dead, before it gets old
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Works of art, painted black Magniloquent, bleeding dark Monotonous palate, murky spectrum, grimly unlimited Food for thought, so prolific In contrasting
Please tell me how to think Please tell me what to say Please tell me what to do Please tell me how I should behave Please tell me what to sing Please