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
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
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
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
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...
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
-Solos-
Despumation the midden The desipient I segment Pertaining vitality Their dispatch I cement Served out for minion In their feeding trough
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...
With indifference touched of emotion drained Cold bloody minded, caressing disdain Pulsating life, only rhythmic dead beats Terminal cardiac ridden with disease
Flatline...no tears to cry The hard line...stone cold emotionless flatline
UK / 1988 / Grind core ; Death metal - ★★★★★
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