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Necrotizing Fasciitis
03:58
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Your sweet words turn sour, bearing bitter fruit;
Of necrotic flesh from flower to root.
You're swimming in love while drowning in hate.
You sow your nauseous and venomous state.
You tighten your shackles and rip out your tongue.
You bow to your lord so your neck may be wrung.
You cripple your children and poison your well.
You pave the road that will lead us to hell.
You rape us with holy pretense of hope.
You prey on those too broken to cope.
You take up arms on your own flesh and blood.
You've broken the levee and brought on the flood.
Commit to the apostasy.
Give up on living in the sky.
Shed the weight of his corpse.
Abandon your holy bastard lie.
Put no god before yourself.
Abandon morals you despise.
We arrived naked, godless.
We leave bloated, covered in flies.
Put no god before yourself.
Take not his rotten flesh.
Commit not his atrocities.
Burn his symbols to the ground.
Commit to the apostasy.
Give up on living in the sky.
Shed the weight of his corpse.
Abandon your holy bastard lie.
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The Purulent
03:24
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From the shoulders of geniuses (to the backs of the poor),
Lining your filthy pockets (with the tears of the sore),
The sick, and the dying. (This dollar sign disease)
Has you standing; and, (we’re all on our knees)
Shine onto us in this our hour of need,
We are aging filthy and corpulent.
Shine onto us in our hour of greed,
We are the liars filthy and purulent.
Take everything you want (and live without guilt);
While we find what we need (in the hope that you’ve built).
This red-cross rape factory (where the sick get poor)
and you’ve poisoned the well (so we’ll come back for more)
Waning in valor, starved by your preclusion,
We've swallowed your semen with phallus in hand;
Poisoned rapaciously by your pollution,
We frolic in ailments we don't understand.
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Klassenkrieg
03:48
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You live a life devoid of worth except for what you own.
You spend your time among your crops reaping what you've sown.
Unaware, you're blinded by the bullshit you're secreting.
Everything you care about is fleeting.
The material chains that bind you convenience you they're your friend.
Drink the Kool-Aid, it overflows and drowns you in the end.
Immortalize yourself in gold but from you life is torn.
The irony comes in the end, possessions cannot mourn.
Fuck yourself
Fuck the Joneses, I won't keep up with their disgusting bragging sound.
I'll rape the parents, kill the kids, and burn their house to the ground.
Everything I take from them, I'll use to wipe my ass.
Their lost possessions are stained with shit and drenched in burning gas.
Goddamn your status symbols and how insufferably they're priced.
You bow to them and worship like they're Jesus fucking Christ.
I'll pack them in your anus with a monstrous pelvic thrust.
Stacks of dirty green paper are the only God you trust.
Fuck yourself
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Boiled Alive
03:49
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Trapped inside a box with no light to see.
Fucking CEO watching down on me.
Corporate sadists are fueled by duress.
Aroused by my frustration, they must undress.
My cubicle is my cauldron, so full of hate.
It's filling to the rim as they masturbate.
They delight in my pain; noting more to say
As hot lava jizzum melts my skin away.
Boiled alive in semen
Flesh separates from bone, I can't contain my bowels.
Cum turns milky pink, I make anguished howls.
When my legs collapse, I sink into the pool.
Entrails float in nut, nature is so cruel.
Drowning as I boil, I become defective.
Melting flesh away is so cost effective.
Rinse me down the drain, there's no paperwork.
My cubicle is ready for some other jerk.
Boiled alive in semen
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Plutophagist
04:19
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In our nothingness, we are broken;
But, we are the fist and we have the sword!
In our voicelessness, we are subdued;
But, we are the masses, we are the horde!
The tyrant rides it's high horse
Adorned with tears and broken dreams.
It's belly filled with disparaged blood,
It's song a degenerate scream.
May it taste the sting of our resolve.
May we break free from its chains.
May we see the tree refreshed
By the manure running through its veins.
For this blessed cause be martyred
Like the bastard of the virgin whore.
Our blood will feed the tree
So it fruits for its children once more.
Plutophagist, Carnivore
Reign with fire, Feed some more
Among the fallen gods
Lies the shrouded left hand path.
Arrogance succumbed to greed,
We submit our will to the dead man's wrath.
We barter our souls against falling sand
To fill our mouths with the ferryman's coins.
At last, devoured by the stench we worship
birthed by the dead man's loins.
Plutophagist, Carnivore
Reign with fire, Feed some more
Plutophagia, Leprosy
Crumble and fail, Cease to be.
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6. |
Enumclaw
04:41
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I am burning
My thoughts turning
My guts churning
Feel that yearning
Passive flaunting
Leaves me wanting
Feels so haunting
Control is daunting
Dark obsessing
Deep depressing
Anxious stressing
Has me questing
Five gait lusting
Urge combusting
Horse-like thrusting
Feel me busting
Fatal equine copulation
Brutal inward laceration
Massive anal exsanguination
Fleeting mortal lamentation
Force impaling
Rectal assailing
Frantic flailing
Unavailing
Weak and bleeding
Desperate pleading
Left in needing
Life receding
Fatal equine copulation
Brutal inward laceration
Massive anal exsanguination
Fleeting mortal lamentation
Fucked to death by a horse
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7. |
Per Aspera Ad Astra
07:50
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Swirling chaos, particulates, victims of entropy
United in inconsequentiality
Melded and torn apart by the momentum of futility
Mother of a trillion stars
Whose creation could not suffice
To fill such overwhelming void
Ever growing and insurmountable
So it's ended with a bang
And dark becomes light
Unsurpassed heat, unsated hunger
Undulating into infinity
Melded and torn apart by the momentum of futility
Mother of a trillion stars
Whose creation could not suffice
To tame this overwhelming hunger
Ever growing and insurmountable
So it's ended with a bang
And life becomes death
A darkened mass hidden from the eye
Cold and forgotten waiting to die
Mother of a trillion stars
Whose creation could not suffice
To reclaim forgotten glory
Ever growing and insurmountable
So it's ended by a bang
And everything becomes nothing
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