Death Blooms - Lyrics - L.D. 50 - Mudvayne

Title: Death Blooms
Album: L.D. 50
Artist: Mudvayne
Composer(s): Chad L. Gray, Ryan Martinie, Matthew Mcdonough, Greg Tribbett

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Lyric:
Cold seems crippling
Lame meander through corridors
Aroma's thick with age, mark off the day

Reflections of my life are fading
Pull me out of body
Don't want it, don't want in

Feeble frail and rotting, descending
I'm lost in structure that's collapsing
Don't want it cast into, maker take the body
Don't want it, it wants me

Past has found it's place
Salvation is no more
Will God accept my peace bleached will pardon me
Reflections of my life are fading

Pull me out of body
Don't want it, don't want in

Feeble frail and rotting, descending
I'm lost in structure that's collapsing
Don't want it cast into, maker take the body
Don't want it, it wants me

I just want to run
Fly kites wrestle, jump and play
Swim through waves that crash to shore
Memories in me cocooned in misery

I'm sick and tired
Of embracing reflections of past time
Receive me or cast me away
God please take me away

Resistance futile
Suicidal ideas will I will crucify my own being
Satisfy selfish needs fuck the deities
Justify my own right to what's waiting for me

On the other side the time has come
Lock and load, I'm comin', I'm comin'
I'm comin', oh I'm comin' home

Pull me out of body
Don't want it, don't want in
Pull me out of body
Don't want it, don't want in
Pull me out of body
Don't want it, don't want in

Feeble frail and rotting, descending
I'm lost in structure that's collapsing descending
Don't want it, maker take the body
Don't want it, don't want in

Pull me out of body
Don't want it, don't want in

Feeble frail and rotting, descend
I'm lost in structure that's collapsing descend
Don't want it, maker take the body
Don't want, it wants me

I just want to run
Fly kites wrestle, jump and play
Swim through waves that crash to shore
Memories in me cocooned in misery

The darkness overcomes
Soul soars to the other plain
Existence past the door
I sail through purgatory's bay

I asked a God for poison, cradle me
Sown to my dreams, souls searching
Death blossoms where clouds lie over me
Held in God's hands, death blooming

{Dark for fear of failure
An inner gloom as wide as an eye of fermenting
Roiling hate death grip in my veins
Unveiling rancid petals
Flowering forth foul nectar
Space between a blink and a tear
Death blooms}

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All American Alien Boy - Lyrics - Ian Hunter

Title: All American Alien Boy
Artist: Ian Hunter
Composer(s): Ian Hunter

Lyric:
I'm just a whitey from Blighty, heading out west
I got my little green card an' my bulletproof vest
I goin' to New York City, oh, where the buzz is the best
On down the line, down the line

Well, I remember all the good times, me an' Miller enjoyed
Up and down the M1 in some luminous yo-yo toy
It's so sad you got to change 'cause the change you've got to destroy
Oh, look out Kennedy here I come, a land ahoy-hoy-hoy

All American alien boy
All American alien boy

All American alien boy
All, all American alien boy

Now don't you look down, put your feet on the ground
Don't drown in the big aquarium
Don't walk slow, put on a big show
Don't meat your vegetarian

Don't get slugged, get mugged, get bugged
Or they'll sling you in the jug
Shove you under some rug, I'll give you some drug
Pull out the plug and then

And now they're telling me the hamburger's cheaper than the other
An' this television's cheaper than the other
And they're selling me hot dogs cheaper than the other
An' these pizzas cheaper than the other
And I don't understand all this, 'cause I'm just an all American alien boy

I've got sodium nitrate rotting in my guts
My head's full of ulcers, my lungs are full of butts
My heart wants a transplant, it thinks that I'm nuts
My logic won't open, my eyes won't shut
An' I'm beginning to dig all this, being an all American alien child boy

All American alien boy
All American alien boy

All American alien boy
All American alien boy

Ten bears, two bears, standing bear, plenty bear
Old bear, brave bear, hollow horn bear
Silver knife, spotted tail, yellow hand, red cloud
Red fox, red horse, black kettle
White ghost, white bull, white thunder, white hog
Hold on a minute, gotta frog in my throat

Cochise, alchise, Roman nose, geronimo
Hold on a minute, there's more to go
Sitting fish, bull tall, bull crazy horse, short bull
Low dog, red dog, yellow wolf, low wolf
Loco, victorio, chato, little crow, dead eyes, jak, taza 'n' colorow

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Almost Medieval - Lyrics - Human League

Title: Almost Medieval
Artist: Human League
Composer(s): Philip Oakey, Ian Craig Marsh, Martyn Ware

Lyric:
There's something in your soul that makes me feel so old
In fact, I think I've died about six hundred times
There's less of me now and more of me then
I'm moving back to the age of men

Jump off the tarmac, there's no stagecoach speed limit
Outside the office hangs the man on the gibbet
Soft lenses, grow to glasses
Small world, dimly seen through cataracts

Your program, newspaper
So they say

Rumor spread by word of mouth
Jump onto the escalator
Press the button on the lift
Raise the dust on old stair carpets

Endless treads like waves of regret
Now it seems, I'm going madder
Falling off this rotting ladder
Soft lenses, grow to glasses

Small world, dimly seen through cataracts
Jump on to the escalator
Press the button on the lift
Raise the dust on old stair carpets

Endless treads like waves of regret
Now it seems, I'm going madder
Falling off this rotting ladder
Your program, newspaper

So they say
Rumor spread by word of mouth
Jump onto the escalator
Press the button on the lift

Raise the dust on old stair carpets
Endless treads like waves of regret
Now it seems, I'm going madder
Falling through this rotting ladder

There's something in your soul that makes me feel so old
In fact, I think I've died about six hundred times
There's less of me now and more of me then
I'm moving back to the age of men

Jump off the tarmac, there's no stagecoach speed limit
Outside the office, hangs the man on the gibbet
Jump off the tarmac, there's no stagecoach speed limit
Outside the office, swings the man on the gibbet

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Beach Song - Lyrics - Dead Milkmen

Title: Beach Song
Artist: Dead Milkmen
Composer(s): Rodney Linderman, David Shulthise, Dean Sabatino, Joseph Genaro

Lyric:
Sand is hurting my tender feet
The air smells like rotting fish and Solarcaine
I hate the people on the beach
With their towels and umbrellas, they're so insane

I don't wanna be on the beach, no
I don't wanna be on the beach, no
I don't wanna be on the beach
I don't wanna be on the beach, no

I hate my girlfriend, she, she, she
Lies on the beach like a barrier reef
Soaking up the stupid sun
While the radio is blasting fun, fun, fun

I don't wanna be on the beach, no fun
I don't wanna be on the beach, no fun
I don't wanna be on the beach
I don't wanna be on the beach, no fun, no

I don't wanna be on the beach, no fun
I don't wanna be on the beach, no fun
I don't wanna be on the beach
I don't wanna be on the beach, no fun, no

This is no way to spend a summer
I've got sand caked on my feet
I gave my ice cream to a shark
And now I've got nothing to eat, no fun

I don't wanna be on the beach, no fun
I don't wanna be on the beach, no fun, no
I don't wanna be on the beach
I don't wanna be on the beach, no fun

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Beauteous Rot - Lyrics - Violence Has Arrived - Gwar

Title: Beauteous Rot
Album: Violence Has Arrived
Artist: Gwar
Composer(s): Z Blair, D Brockie, M Derks, C Orr, Bradley Dunbar Roberts

Lyric:
Beauty is rot!

Legions of sex slaves have flocked in my calls
You are the most grotesque of them all
Warts and protrusions the beg for the grave
Ironic, bubonic, pimpled and shaved

The live to gobble the puss form my warts
I live to spread my disease at each port
Distribute knob-cheese like some soup Dellamort
Rot!

You are born in the most disgusting of ways
Some become cripples, some become gay
Others spend their money
Trying to become that way

You think you are beautiful but what the hell is that
I find beauty in rolls of sweaty fat
It's not your complexion that gives me an erection, oh no

Your beauty makes me sick
I'd rather fuck a troll
Kick you in the head
Vomit in the hole

Face turns to snot
You used to be hot
Beauty is rot

You spend hours smearing cream on your face
What you need is to be hit with a mace
Tied to a horse and get dragged through the streets
Hung by the heels and pelted with belts

But still you are smearing cream on your face
What you need is to be reduced to paste
Wander the countryside blind in one eye
Sucking the dicks of dead dogs to survive

Who decides what is beautiful? Nobody but you
I find fascination as your guts are turned to stew

Forever titillating
A pile of rotting feet
All you are is brains and bones
A sack of rancid meat

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah

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Guyana - Lyrics - Manowar

Title: Guyana
Artist: Manowar
Composer(s): Joseph De Maio

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Lyric:
We thank you for the Kool-Aid, Reverend Jim
We're glad to leave behind their world of sin
Our lifeless bodies fall on holy ground
Rotting flesh, a sacrificial mound

Were you our God or a man in a play
Who took our applause and forced us to stay?
Now all together we lived as we died
On your command by your side

Guyana in the cult of the damned
Give us your word for the grand final stand
Guyana in the cult of the damned
Give us your word for the grand final stand

In the cult of the damned, we all worked the land
Too afraid to look up, we all feared his hand

Hurry my children there isn't much time
But we'll meet again on the other side

Be good to the children and old people first
Hand them a drink, they're dying of thirst

Guyana in the cult of the damned
Give us your word for the grand final stand
Guyana in the cult of the damned
Give us your word for the grand final stand, oh

Guyana in the cult of the damned
Give us your word for the grand final stand
Guyana in the cult of the damned
Give us your word for the grand final stand, oh, oh

Bigfoot, Bigfoot thrown in a well
Pulled under water, screaming like hell
He told us life was just a hotel
Time to check out when he rang a bell

Guyana in the cult of the damned
Give us your word for the grand final stand
Guyana in the cult of the damned
Give us your word for the grand final stand

Oh, mother, mother, mother

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Leper Messiah - Lyrics - Master Of Puppets - Metallica

Title: Leper Messiah
Album: Master Of Puppets
Artist: Metallica
Composer(s): James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich

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Lyric:
Spineless from the start
Sucked into the part
Circus comes to town
You play the lead clown

Please, please
Spreading his disease
Living by his story

Knees, knees
Falling to your knees
Suffer for his glory, you will

Time for lust, time for lie
Time to kiss your life goodbye
Send me money, send me green
Heaven you will meet

Make a contribution
And you'll get a better seat
Bow to Leper Messiah

Marvel at his tricks
Need your Sunday fix
Blind devotion came
Rotting your brain

Chain, chain
Join the endless chain
Stinking by his glamor

Fame, fame
Infection is the game
Stinking drunk with power, we see

Time for lust, time for lie
Time to kiss your life goodbye
Send me money, send me green
Heaven you will meet

Make a contribution
And you'll get a better seat
Bow to Leper Messiah

Witchery, weakening
Sees the sheep are gathering
Set the trap, hypnotize
Now you follow

Time for lust, time for lie
Time to kiss your life goodbye
Send me money, send me green
Heaven you will meet

Make a contribution
And you'll get a better seat

Lie, lie, lie, lie
Lie, lie, lie, lie

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Mausoleum - Lyrics - The Holy Bible - Manic Street Preachers

Title: Mausoleum
Album: The Holy Bible
Artist: Manic Street Preachers
Composer(s): James Dean Bradfield, Richard Edwards, Nicholas Allen Jones, Sean Moore

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Lyric:
Wherever you go I will be carcass
Whatever you see will be rotting flesh
Humanity recovered, glittering etiquette
Answers her crimes with mausoleum rent

Regained your self-control
And regained your self-esteem
And blind your success inspires
And analyze, despise and scrutinize

Never knowin' what you hoped for
And safe and warm but life is so silent
For the victims who have no speech
In their shapeless guilty remorse

Obliterates your meanin'
Obliterates your meanin'
Obliterates your meanin'
Your meanin', your meanin'

No birds, no birds
The sky is swollen black
No birds, no birds
Holy mass of dead insect

Come and walk down memory lane
No one sees a thing but they can pretend
Life eternal scorched grass and trees
For your love nature has hemorrhaged

Regained your self-control
And regained your self-esteem
And blind your success inspires
And analyze, despise and scrutinize

Never knowin' what you hoped for
And safe and warm but life is so silent
For the victims who have no speech
In their shapeless guilty remorse

Obliterates your meanin'
Obliterates your meanin'
Obliterates your meanin'
Your meanin', your meanin'

No birds, no birds
The sky is swollen black
No birds, no birds
Holy mass of dead insect

And life can be as important as death
But so mediocre when there's no air, no light and no hope
Prejudice burns brighter when it's all we have to burn
The world lances, youth's lamb like a winter, winter

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Killin' Me - Lyrics - Desensitized - Drowning Pool

Title: Killin' Me
Album: Desensitized
Artist: Drowning Pool
Composer(s): Stevie Benton, Jason Jones, Mike Luce, Christian Joseph Pierce

Lyric:
Like cigarettes and gasoline
I light a match and watch this scene
Burn away in front of me
Ashes of my misery

I swear sometimes I think this life is killin' me
I swear sometimes I think this life is killin' me

I swear it's killin' me
All our shattered hopes and our long dead dreams
The wreckage that we all try to keep
From coming to life and tearing us apart at the seams

Sun bleached bones and withered trees
Slowly rotting just like me
Empty bottles broken glass
My resolve is fading fast

I swear sometimes I think this life is killin' me
I swear sometimes I think this life is killin' me

I swear it's killin' me
All our shattered hopes and our long dead dreams
The wreckage that we all try to keep
From coming to life and tearing us apart at the seams

I swear sometimes I think this life is killin' me
I swear sometimes I think this life is killin' me
I swear sometimes I think this life is killin' me
I swear sometimes I think this life is killin' me

I swear it's killin' me
All our shattered hopes and our long dead dreams
The wreckage that we all try to keep
From coming to life and tearing us apart at the seams

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King Queen - Lyrics - Scumdogs Of The Universe - Gwar

Title: King Queen
Album: Scumdogs Of The Universe
Artist: Gwar
Composer(s): Bradley Dunbar Roberts

Lyric:
Go

One thing that I know that everywhere I fucking go
[Incomprehensible]
Rotting on there down below
And they all beg forgiveness
And so you know I will give them this, ohh

Living in the future now
You know I'm moving much too fast
I feel like I'm dying
Even though I'm living in the past

And you know this immortal coil
You know that it will always last
And now I think I'll have to sing
About the death and horror that I bring

Gay apparel
You put it on, put it on
Sucking the marrow
And as you die you sing this song

Oh, how shocking, how dare you
Dare to die before I'm through
Supposed I'll have to resurrect you
And bathe your bowels in boiling spew

Now it's time, almost time
Now it's time to

I'm gazing at you broken bones
I feel lost and so forlorn
Another death, another mess
Another shroud that I have worn

Another box that I begin
Another grave you'll soon be in
I concentrate this lovely hate
But you're looking kinda thin

[Incomprehensible]

King Queen, King Queen
It's so obscene
King Queen, King Queen
It's so obscene

Infinite ruin, life falls down
Look at me spewing
You begged me to come to this town

When your clubs crushed and you friends are dead
Then you'll remember just-a what I said
I'm the queenliest being that there ever has been
Dare you tempt the wrath? The wrath of old King Queen

Now it's time, almost time
Now it's time to die

When your clubs crushed and your friends are dead
Then you'll remember just-a what I said
When your clubs crushed and your friends are dead
Then you'll remember just-a what I said

I'm the queenliest being that there ever has been
Queenliest being that there ever has been
Queenliest being that there ever has been
And dare you tempt the wrath? The wrath of old King Queen

Crush you like bug
Smash steel and stone
Obliterate, dominate
Call this planet home

King Queen, King Queen
King Queen, King Queen
King Queen

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Ocean - Lyrics - John Hiatt

Title: Ocean
Artist: John Hiatt
Composer(s): John Hiatt

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Lyric:
I am the West wind
I am the sea gull
I dance on the waves
As they break on the shore line

The moon is my sorrow
The moon is my lantern
I search for you so long
These dark lonely beaches

Oh, where can you be?
This restless sea
These empty nights
Have swallowed me

Look for something
Softer illusions
Soothe these vicious schemes
There is the old one
The wise one, the gold one

I am the hunger
The ache of the fiction
And nestles in bones
That he left for the vultures

Death is my secret
A child, my illusion
And life is the suffering
That brings men to know me and

Oh, where can you be?
This raging age
This rotting life is misery

Lost in your body
Cave of you screeming
Longing to be free
Then you have broken
The spine of your madness
Come over here to me

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All Of This Ugly - Lyrics - A Worm's Life - Crash Test Dummies

Title: All Of This Ugly
Album: A Worm's Life
Artist: Crash Test Dummies
Composer(s): Brad Roberts

Lyric:
I was walking through the country
And passing through lovely scenery
When I came upon some rotting remains
And though the carcass was wormy
Well, after all, it's all part of nature's art of cleaning

And if I try hard I think that I will see
Some good behind all of this ugly

When my job was garbageman
I'd go out and empty the garbage cans
And I'd come upon some rotting remains
But we'd drive them outside town
And fill the land and make hills that you could walk around on

And if I try hard I think that I will see
Some good behind all of this ugly

If I were born as a vulture
I'd fly out and circle high in the air
And I'd look out for rotting remains
And if they weren't quite dead yet
A little bite would help things so I could get started

And if I try hard I think that I will see
Some good behind all of this ugly

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A Skull Full Of Maggots - Lyrics - Eaten Back To Life - Cannibal Corpse

Title: A Skull Full Of Maggots
Album: Eaten Back To Life
Artist: Cannibal Corpse
Composer(s): Chris Barnes, Paul Mazurkeiwicz, Jack Owen, Bob Rusay, Alex Webster

Lyric:
Lying there cold after a torturous death
Your life ended fast you took your last breath
Dead in a grave, your final place
The maggots infest your disfigured face

Puss through your veins takes the place of blood
Decay sets in, bones begin to crack
Thrown six feet down left to rot
Brains oozing black down the side of your broken neck

Skull full of maggots

They enter your tomb maggots beginning to feast maggots
Crawling on you maggots now they eat you maggots
Rotting maggots maggots infesting your corpse maggots
Parasites of the dead maggots now dwell in your head

Lying there cold after a torturous death
Your life ended fast you took your last breath
Dead in a grave, your final place
The maggots infest your disfigured face

Puss through your veins takes the place of blood
Decay sets in, bones begin to crack
Thrown six feet down left to rot
Brains oozing black down the side of your broken neck

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Maggots - Lyrics - Scumdogs Of The Universe - Gwar

Title: Maggots
Album: Scumdogs Of The Universe
Artist: Gwar
Composer(s): Michael Joseph Bishop, David E. Brockie, Michael Derks, Peter Lee, David M Musel, Brad Roberts

Lyric:
Vile form of Necros lies rotting in your mind
Feasting like maggots, maggots in flesh
So you left your ruined cortex behind
Now the maggot knows glee as it nibbles on your spine

Maggots, maggots
Maggots are falling like rain
Maggots, maggots
Maggots are falling, falling like rain

Putrid pus-pools vomit blubonic plague
Bowels of the beast reek of puke
How to describe such vileness on the page
World maggot waits for the end of the age

Maggots, maggots
Maggots are falling like rain
Maggots, maggots
Maggots are falling, falling like rain

Like rain

Beneath the sky of maggots I walked
Until those maggots began to drop
I gaped at God to receive my gift
Bathed in maggots till the planet shift

The maggots are falling like rain
The maggots are falling like rain

Now in the halls of the necro-lord
Flash of fear when he sees my sword
I rape his woman, smoke his bong
Leave a little booger underneath his throne

The maggots are falling like rain
The maggots are falling like rain

Maggots, maggots
Maggots, maggots
Maggots, maggots

Maggots, maggots
Maggots are falling like rain
Maggots, maggots
Maggots are falling like rain

Maggots, maggots
Maggots, maggots
Maggots, maggots
Maggots are falling, falling like rain

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Blackout - Lyrics - Stage (Live) - David Bowie

Title: Blackout
Album: Stage (Live)
Artist: David Bowie
Composer(s): David Jones

Lyric:
Oh you, you walk on past
Your lips got a smile on your face
(Your scalding face)
To the cage, to the cage

She was a beauty in a cage
Too, too high a price
To drink rotting wine from your hands, your
(Fearful hands)

Get me to a doctors', I've been told
Someone's back in town, the chips are down
I just cut and blackout
I'm under Japanese influence and my honor's at stake

The weather's grim, ice on the cages
Me, I'm Robin Hood
And I puff on my cigarette
Panthers are steaming, stalking, screaming

If you don't stay tonight
I will take that plane tonight
I've nothing to lose, nothing to gain
I'll kiss you in the rain

Kiss you in the rain
(Kiss you in the rain)
Kiss you in the rain
(Kiss you in the rain)
In the rain
(In the rain)

Get me to the doctor
Get me off the streets
(Get some protection)
Get me on my feet
(Some direction)

Hot air gets me into a blackout
Oh, get me off the streets
Get some protection
Oh get me on my feet

While the streets block off
Getting some skin
Exposure to the blackout
(Get some protection)
Get me on my feet
(Get some direction)

Oh, get me on my feet
Get me off the streets
(Get some protection)
Get a second, get
Yeah, get a second breath of advice
And a second blow

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Bloddy Chunks - Lyrics - Cannibal Corpse

Title: Bloddy Chunks
Artist: Cannibal Corpse
Composer(s): Chris Barnes, Paul Mazurkeiwicz, Jack Owen, Bob Rusay, Alex Webster

Lyric:
Walking down the street, the smell of death in the air
What a rotting stench
My imagination runs wild at what it could be
Open up the can to discover a dead body

Or what was left of one, pieces in a bag
Blood is everywhere what a retched sight
Cut up really small by a razor sharp knife
Lying in the garbage no one else knows

What I have found, what should I do?
Take it to the police or make it into stew
This was an evil committed by the insane
Looking down laughing, I am the same

The sight of death drives me nuts
I must kill to control my brain
Swept away by my lust to cause pain
Mutilation is my only want

The evil inside me gives me
The strength to kill at will
My life is the means to cause death
In the most sinister way

I see it in your eyes the fear that keeps me alive
I'll take it away, your life will end today
I'll leave you to rot, what a sick odor
Scream all you want but you can't stop this horror

Tasting your life as I drink your blood
Ripping out your insides, chewing on your spleen
Dead or living flesh is what I crave
I'll kill someone or eat from a grave

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Covered With Sores - Lyrics - 15 Year Killing Spree - Cannibal Corpse

Title: Covered With Sores
Album: 15 Year Killing Spree
Artist: Cannibal Corpse
Composer(s): Chris Barnes, Paul Mazurkiewicz, Jack Owen, Bob Rusay, Alex Webster

Lyric:
Bleed on me, digesting the clotted scabs
Blood thirsty, ungodly, passing on my curse
The spell pissing gores of those I infect
Become my loyal servants to ride me of my own rot

Whittling meat from the bones of the dead
Pulverizing pelvic regions with a sledge
The mutilated bodies I leave rotting after I
Have fucked them with my knife

Becoming a product of my own nightmares
A bleeding sac of infection, years deceased
I hide my slobbering skin, covered by a victims flap
I love to watch the blood ooze down the bodies stump

Like scrap, a vulgar way of life, my hideous side, now revealed
Remembering the future is the key to unlock my past
Leaking membrane, consuming bodies
Carving out the cunts, blood my lubrification

Spewing pus on rotted skin, I celebrate my cruelty
Boils begin to form, dripping on my tongue
Swallowing throbbing glands, the juice leaks from my lips
My only thirst is pus eruption of cysts

Incurable disfigured bodies, I rape the dying
Horrific sights now manifest, penetrating inner organs
The ruptured organs leak the fluid that I seek
To break the incantation of my damnation

Split wide open, bloated organs burst
Nerves uprooted, re-opening healed wounds
On my body, sucking on the sores
Ingesting my own fluids, self-parasitic puss indulgement

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Death Magick For Adepts - Lyrics - Midian - Cradle Of Filth

Title: Death Magick For Adepts
Album: Midian
Artist: Cradle Of Filth
Composer(s): Adrian Erlandsson, Paul Allender, Robin Eaglestone, Martin Powell, Daniel Davey, Guiseppe Piras

Lyric:
Come distortured artists bitter things seek meaning
Even if they're madness to behold
Once forbears to horizons where the dead stayed dreaming
Now nightmares waken souls that fear the living's toll

Gova Bosch and Brueghel three times
Moon wise stain thy graves
For words alone are at loss to trace
The face of today's inhuman wraith

One half adrift in the vast abyss of despair and misery
The other a mask of rich red lips
Whetted by the fevers of belief and greed

All damned in this inferno where virgil averts his eyes
From the black mass mutual gang rape
Of ceasing hands an forced divides

Trespass these seven gates to a world blood let to shades
Where seraphim bleat of their cold and coming master's race
In the sewers of Babylon stillborn to a trough anon
Chimiracles will hatch like plots to dredge faeces to pearl their cross

Enter penteholocaust
Five aeons past yet still man grasps
At final straws to save his cast

His lord is a leper we shall not want he betrayed us with white lies
His acrid pall as of the tomb reminds us how we rot inside
Gutted like fool's paradise gutted on cruel appetites

Holding court to chaos holding to far graver arms
A downfall fatal to all resounds
As orgies peak in self centered psalms

And nature screams her sufferings under bowed and cankered wings
A bleak scorched earth necrotica burning
Like the robes we've torn from her

She begs us lay her pain to rest
Lest we are left with nothingness
Save for her stripped and ravished flesh

And if her fate is not portent of apocalypse
Then the comets that graxe nightskies
We'll surely cleanse of wrongs and rights
When you and I and all else dies

It's rotting down this carcass maggotropolis
Interdependent as worms to the grave
Allah's true name is naught Christ cannot save
Locked in a waltz of evermore frantic steps
Spells of regret death magick for adepts

Be prepared to fulfill prophecies
The glorious fall of a sin dynasty
Glutted like fool's paradise, glutted on cruel appetites

We've woven hearts a thorn arbour
Left tear streaked reason upon the shore
And bereft of compass star or more set out for this world's end
Few at the prow most slave below painting coal a perfect gold

But for all it's worth the engines slow dead in the brine again
Come cabin fever sodomy on the bounty prey to phallus seas
That hiss and foam to douse disease a storm roars on the way
Blacker than the ace of rapes dealt out by death in darkwood glades
Our ship of fools all boards handmade sinks dashed by seismic waves

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Eat Your Dog - Lyrics - How Could Hell Be Any Worse - Bad Religion

Title: Eat Your Dog
Album: How Could Hell Be Any Worse
Artist: Bad Religion
Composer(s): Gregory W Graffin

Lyric:
Weak and sick, dyin' in the sand
No such things as promised land
Don't lose faith in a better life
Reincarnation, poor excuse

You're dyin' you assholes, your religion can't help you now
Dyin' and starvin' in the fields you used to plough

Rotting bones in barren fields
Worshipped creature's supposed to heal
He won't save you and he won't save me
See what you wanna see

Hindu religion in the mind of a working Joe
Starvin' and dyin' in the fields you used to know

You're tied and bound to God's useless advice
Bloated stomachs from achin' diseases hold back the fight
In the end you'll return once more to die again
Go on 'til you can't no more in non-eternal sin

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Rotting - Lyrics - Shenanigans - Green Day

Title: Rotting
Album: Shenanigans
Artist: Green Day
Composer(s): Michael Pritchard, Frank E., Iii Wright, Billie Joe Armstrong

Lyric:
I'm rottin' inside
My flesh turns to dust
Whisper, are you dying in my ear?

I'm so sick to death
Tumors in my head
Whisper, are you dying in my ear?

Black rose of death
In my fist I clutch
Thorns shred my finger tips
And drips toxic blood

Kiss me one last time
Wipe off my sweat
Whisper, are you dying in my ear?

As my bones they rust
Twenty pounds of trust
Whisper, are you dying in my ear?

Black rose of death
In my fist I clutch
Thorns shred my finger tips
And drips toxic blood

I'm rottin' inside
My flesh turns to dust
Whisper, are you dying in my ear?

Kiss me one last time
Wipe off my sweat
Whisper, are you dying in my ear?
Whisper, are you dying in my ear?

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