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No Fire Can Warm You
02:10
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2. |
The Oozing Room
03:48
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There is no epiphany
just the slow shrinking of salvation
as you plunge to the depths
in degradation.
Dread seeps through the walls
into your imagination
and you hallucinate
your certain expiration.
Already flies gather
as if they know what is to come.
There is no way out
of the oozing room.
The sweet stench of decomp
perfumes the air.
You itch all over
and pull out clumps of hair.
Your fingers turn black
and fall off one by one.
Your skin peels away
like stitches undone.
Already flies gather
as if they know what is to come.
There is no way out
of the oozing room.
By the time they find you
you’ll be long gone—
bathing in a pool
of your own scum.
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3. |
Abuse of a Corpse
05:28
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it began with a Jane Doe foot
smuggled home from the waste
displayed like a trophy
above the fireplace
one putrid fetish object
just couldn’t be enough
soon you filled the house
with piles of the stuff
innards hanging down
from the ribcage chandelier
scruffy scalp coaster
underneath your beer
Somehow no one caught you
pilfering the parts
the supply was never-ending
for your sickening art
abuse of a corpse!
but all good things must end
and you soon grew bored
working through the surplus
livers that you stored
looking in the mirror
you had a sudden thought
about the pretty things
you could find inside your gut
the urge to dissect yourself
came on much too strong
your piece de resistance
was you all along
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4. |
Hidden Crematoriums
03:42
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What transpired here
will never be uncovered
it shall be known
only to the dead
belching furnaces bathe the mountains in charred breath
while flunkies toil without rest
feeding hateful fires to conceal
the black hearts of men
Hidden crematoriums
bodies scattered in the sky
nameless spirits cast into the dark
concealed by wicked lies
the locals are as indifferent
as the darkening hills
the birds have all fled
from the pumping bellows
belching furnaces bathe the mountains in charred breath
while flunkies toil without rest
feeding hateful fires to conceal
the black hearts of men
Hidden crematoriums
bodies scattered in the sky
nameless spirits cast into the dark
concealed by wicked lies
no names were recorded
no trace remains
nothing to decipher
nothing to explain
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5. |
I Drink From Your Skull
04:34
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Maybe you’ve noticed me
watching from afar
standing on a corner
as you drive past in your car
underneath a streetlight
on the sidewalk late at night
or sitting on a park bench
in the corners of your sight
now the joys of life for you are gone
you ignored the sign something was wrong
Now I’m going to drink from your skull
once I start I don’t stop until I’m full
You should have paid attention
to the feeling of unease
that with every chance encounter
started to increase
it’s funny how you tell yourself
that everything is fine
even when you sensed it
in your stomach and your mind
now the joys of life for you are gone
you ignored the sign something was wrong
Now I’m going to drink from your skull
once I start I don’t stop until I’m full
I’m the psychic parasite
poisoning your mind
feasting on your sanity
siphoning your life
soon you won’t remember
a time I wasn’t there
and I’m going to savor
every single year
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6. |
Between Always and Never
02:35
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7. |
Incurable Blood Cancer
04:07
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Let the venomous words
that I write in this verse
target one who has wronged me
with a simple curse:
may harpies harass you
for the rest of your life
and your works come undone
before your very eyes
may all those who love you
change their mind
‘till you regret having lived
before your early demise
I invoke the gods
of acrimony, spite, and malice
make it so
and on the day
that they lay you to rest
may your corpse
fill the air with a miserable stench
so that everyone present
vomits at once
all over your casket,
you insufferable cunt.
everything around you
begins to fall apart
you feel a nagging presence
dessicate your heart
shadow figures loiter
in your bedroom at night
your nerves are in shambles
while I’m filled with delight
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We rule the wastes
with flesh and steel
before our might
all others kneel
brutality
our only cause
immortal death
our chosen god
we crush the death deniers
in time you’ll come
to see our way
as what you cherish
wastes away
and life reveals
itself to be
an exercise
in misery
we crush the death deniers
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Anthropophagous West Springfield, Massachusetts
WESTERN MASS DEATH METAL
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