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from Crobar Vol. One - Soho, Londo: The Home Of Bee ''n'' Whistky... (2009)
Heartwork - Carcass
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, sensory 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 A canvas to paint, to degenerate Dark reflections - degeneration A canvas to paint, to denigrate Dark reflections, dark foul Works of heart bleeding dark Black, magniloquent art Monotonous palate, murky spectrum, grimly.. 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 A canvas to paint, to degenerate Dark reflections - degeneration A canvas to paint, to denigrate Dark reflections, of dark foul light A canvas to paint, to degenerate Dark reflections - degeneration A canvas to paint, to denigrate Dark reflections, of dark foul light |
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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... -Solos- 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 |
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from Carcass - Choice Cuts (2005)
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) 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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from Carcass - Choice Cuts (2005)
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) 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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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 |
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Heartwork - Carcass
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, sensory 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 A canvas to paint, to degenerate Dark reflections - degeneration A canvas to paint, to denigrate Dark reflections, dark foul Works of heart bleeding dark Black, magniloquent art Monotonous palate, murky spectrum, grimly.. 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 A canvas to paint, to degenerate Dark reflections - degeneration A canvas to paint, to denigrate Dark reflections, of dark foul light A canvas to paint, to degenerate Dark reflections - degeneration A canvas to paint, to denigrate Dark reflections, of dark foul light |
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"If visible identification is not
Possible, the pathologist may be Able to take fingerprints from the body. If decay has set 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 shamble So severe Extravated bone As adhesive incarnate A pellucid quietus Nocuously I create Corporal glue Breathe in the fumes Mucilage vapours Toxic fumes to savour -Solo- Comminuted remains A 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 -Solo- |
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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 |
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from Carcass - Choice Cuts (2005)
Sensual awakening,
Numbing feeling's dead, Conception's romanticised, Synthetized broken heart's to bled, Without emotion, your heartstring's played, Strummed and severed to the tune of a tragic serenade, (A tragic chorus,) Without emotion, your hearstrings 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. |
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from Carcass - Choice Cuts (2005)
R**k The Vote Lyrics
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 Stay in line Don't rock the boat And buy what you're sold Believe the lie The lie that you're told Doing fine 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 lie that you're told Doing fine Just do as you're told Believe the lie The lie that you're told Doing fine Just do as you're toldIs this rock'n'roll or a form of state control? Is this really rock'n'roll? Or a form of state control? Believe the lie The lie that you're told Doing fine Just do as you're told Believe the lie The lie that you're told Doing fine Just do as you're told Believe the lie The lie that you're told Doing fine Just do as you're told Is this rock'n'roll or a form of state control? |
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from Carcass - Choice Cuts (2005)
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... |
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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... |
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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... |
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from Carcass - Choice Cuts (2005)
The spirit distilled, the soul is bought.
The D.N.A. split, the virus is caught. The germination of reproduction, Complex patterns of genetic devolution. The die is cast. Birth, copulation, and death. Is this your life? Birth, copulation, and death. Is this the meaning of life? Is this the genesis of devolution? The die is cast. Birth, copulation, and death. Is this your life? Birth, copulation, and death. Is this the meaning of life? Birth, copulation, and death. Is this your life? Birth, copulation, and death. Is this the meaning... Birth, copulation, and death. Is this your life? Birth, copulation, and death. |
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from Carcass - Choice Cuts (2005)
Steel skin clips,
Forceps, grooved awl, retractors, needles Gouges and saws, Intestinal clamps, blunt dissectors, Scalpels, pins, toothed directors. Tools of the trade, forceps and blades Skillfully lathed, for us to maim. Bone levers, spikes, malleable scoops, Plates and chisels, screws and spoons, Drills, respatories, files and durettes, Guillotines, gags and compression forceps. Tools of the trade, ripping the rib-cage, To remissly lustrate, so pleased to maim. Retractors, mallets, rugines and benders, Chisels, rods, sharps and catheters, Trephines, undines, irons and styrups, Depressors, tongues, sterile catgut. Tools of the trade, stainless steel blades, Painstakingly lathed, we're so pleased to maim. |
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from Carcass - Descanting The Insalubrious (2000)
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... |
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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... |
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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 |
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Your blood flies in the wind,
It's old and worn and has no glory Hand on heart allegiance pledged Patriot, hatred instilled Ignorant, white trash stand proud With bigotry endowed These colours don't run These colours well worn These colours don't run But put to the torch they'll sure as hell... Burn like your passion, The passion of the damned Can you still hear Dixie? Ignorance is your strength A raped stolen land stands so proud Can you still hear Dixie scream out loud? These colours don't run These colours are well worn These colours don't run But put to the torch they'll sure as hell... Burn... Burn... Burn... Burn... Your blood flies in the wind Aged, ragged it's a sorry story, Blood-spattered banner unfurled A nation, hatred instilled, With slavery stained, Your dream of shame These colours don't run These colours are well worn These colours don't run But put to the torch they'll sure as hell.... These colours don't run These colours are well worn Your colours don't run But put to the torch - I'll tread on you !!! These colours don't run These colours are well worn These colours don't run But put to the torch they'll sure as hell... Burn... Burn... Burn... Burn... Want to see your flag up in flames Burn... Burn... Burn... Burn... I'll tread on you. |
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An emotional void, a cold empty shell
Embittered husk, a heart of darkness Trace weak pulse, vascular eclipse Numbed and sapped, emotional paralysis Flatline, grievious bodily heart Flatlined, sensitivity bypassed No tears to cry Stone cold emotional flatline Emotional flatline No tears to cry 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 No time to cry Stone cold emotional flatline Emotional flatline No time to cry No tears to cry |
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from Carcass - Wake Up & Smell The Carcass (1998)
Round and round we go,
Like a merry-go-round out of control The same old tune, same old song Again, again, and again Round and round we go, When will it stop, nobody knows The same old chords, the same old words It all sounds familiar, all starts to sound the same Turn on, tune in, drop out, Out of tune, dropped in, turned off Who calls the tune? Round and round we go, Ever get the feeling you've heard this before? Same old melody, rejuvenated, Recycled again and again Round and round, we go, Never able to stem the flow Same old notes, going round in cycles Over and over again, and over again... Turn on, tune in, drop out, Out of tune, dropped in, turned off Who calls the tune? Who plays the fool? As the circles ever increase 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, Ever get the feeling you've heard this before? Same old melody, rejuvenated, Recycled again and again, again and again... Turn on, tune in, drop out, Out of tune, dropped in, turned off Turn on, tune in, drop out, Out of tune, dropped in, turned off Who calls the tune? Who plays the fool? Who calls the tune? As the circles ever increase |
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from Carcass - Wake Up & Smell The Carcass (1998)
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) 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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Sensual awakening,
Numbing feeling's dead, Conception's romanticised, Synthetized broken heart's to bled, Without emotion, your heartstring's played, Strummed and severed to the tune of a tragic serenade, (A tragic chorus,) Without emotion, your hearstrings 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. |
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Can you smell the rot?
As opportunity knocks. The foul stench of success. This carcass in decay, Well past it's sell-by date. This time the fall comes before the pride. The chameleon's changed its shade, But the same old song, to the same old tune is played. Falling to the bait, But the song still sounds the same. Let's rot ...C'mon, rot! This carcass in decay, Tell me, can you smell the rot? The chameleon's changed its shade, But the same old song, to the same old tune is played. Kill me, it's unbrave But the song remains the same. Let's rot, let's rot ...C'mon, rot! Commiserations or celebrations of a rejuvenation? Commiserations or celebrations of a rejuvenation? |
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The spirit distilled, the soul is bought.
The D.N.A. split, the virus is caught. The germination of reproduction, Complex patterns of genetic devolution. The die is cast. Birth, copulation, and death. Is this your life? Birth, copulation, and death. Is this the meaning of life? Is this the genesis of devolution? The die is cast. Birth, copulation, and death. Is this your life? Birth, copulation, and death. Is this the meaning of life? Birth, copulation, and death. Is this your life? Birth, copulation, and death. Is this the meaning... Birth, copulation, and death. Is this your life? Birth, copulation, and death. |
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from Carcass - Wake Up & Smell The Carcass (1998)
Steel skin clips,
Forceps, grooved awl, retractors, needles Gouges and saws, Intestinal clamps, blunt dissectors, Scalpels, pins, toothed directors. Tools of the trade, forceps and blades Skillfully lathed, for us to maim. Bone levers, spikes, malleable scoops, Plates and chisels, screws and spoons, Drills, respatories, files and durettes, Guillotines, gags and compression forceps. Tools of the trade, ripping the rib-cage, To remissly lustrate, so pleased to maim. Retractors, mallets, rugines and benders, Chisels, rods, sharps and catheters, Trephines, undines, irons and styrups, Depressors, tongues, sterile catgut. Tools of the trade, stainless steel blades, Painstakingly lathed, we're so pleased to maim. |
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from Carcass - Reek Of Putrefaction (1997)
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 |
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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 foeva 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. |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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Plugged into the socket
Leads attached to twitching 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 the boiling gunge as you languish in pain Scouring out the womb from the 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 |
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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... |
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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 |
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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 [Finale:] ultimate excretion of rabid globular neoplasm |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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... |
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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 |
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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... |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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... 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... |
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from Carcass - Symphony Of Sickness (1989)
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... |
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from Carcass - Symphony Of Sickness (1989)
...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... 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) |
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from Carcass - Symphony Of Sickness (1989)
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) 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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Subject : Carcass - Reek of putrefaction
