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- suffering intensifies
my god, gives eternal strife
biting off fingers when they tried to push me back
cut up really small by a razor-sharp knife
stab the knife into the face, then wrench the blade inside
obscurity into black
other condemned have died before me
toss them into a sackChorus:
severing the vocal chords of those who spoke lies
slaughtered victim I despise
underneath the wheels, burning rubber on your face
batter the face
it’s coming back
the dead came to life
obscurity into black
an abnormal psyche insanity’s pain - he would be the last man they felt, a carnivore
vivid memories of you remain—in your cremains
frenzied slaughter, brain devoured, unslaked thirst for gore
greed of this place
absurdly profound
pounding the face
disease has spread—you pray for death
tentacles extending from the faceChorus:
a new society takes place
the human race
this is dessert, deep scarlet grains
my job is almost finished; only one remains
ordeal of their deaths now saturates my brain
paralyzing agony has left you for dead
lifeless body, slouching dead
the hole in the baby’s head - will be done
other condemned have died before me
evil Dr. Death drove him insane
stab myself—suicide—wake me up and set me free
scavengers tear out my eyes
this inner hell he can’t contain
decomposing mound
this evil was committed by someone insaneChorus:
piles of heads lie on the ground
piles of heads lie on the ground
death is my life
churning earth has somehow come to life
ominous, nefarious, and utterly insane
putrid tide
embalmed—five days before
hook attached inside - follow the one
vigorously carving fresh human flesh, I’m one with the dead
they’ll soon chop off his head
I want to be one with the dead
the deed is done
giving life is done
everything gone from the head
you are not the only oneChorus:
flesh wounds bleeding black, not red
desecration of the dead
pure terror in his cries
slaughtered victim I despise
different face
the dead and living are one
tear off your face
parts of human bodies lay strewn on the ground - wheeled in on a cart, lying dormant, not dead
guilty thoughts will not infect me
enter the crypts of hell, to impregnate the dead
my gleaming blade will make her pay
priests of sodom preside
dead in a grave, your final place
bloodied chains cut circulation
no one to save the weaker raceChorus:
their compunction—a sentence of death
rancid feast live on death
remains—crushing me
scalpels rip me
painstaking, exquisitely-crafted gore
parts of human bodies lay strewn on the ground
grasping to relieve the pain
buried waist-deep, gagged and bound