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Disinturd
03:38
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Twitching corpses six feet below
Waiting to rise up and feast
Torrential storms moisten the ground
Up through the soil they come
Stumbling and shambling around
Tasting the air for human flesh
Their hunger a fire uncontrolled
Onslaught has begun
A feast on your brain
Onslaught of the dead
You cannot escape the zombie’s quest
To dine on the living
Chomping their way through flesh and sinew
Gnawing on your bones
Eating machines from beyond the grave
Fresh meat, disembowel
Cannot escape the jaws of death
All at home dismembered
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Swarms
04:03
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The darkness, the cold blasted wasteland
Inhabited by the denizens of hate
Chitinous mutants feed on your fear
Gathering and multiplying they come
Skull contusion
Proboscis intrusion
Brain dissolution
Inject the solution
Swarms
Clinging to your head, shaft in your skull
Home in on the smell of your fear
Stalking your cerebellum, death quick painful
The insect disappears into the night
You are doomed to die
Insects falling from the sky
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Parched
04:22
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Stumbling dazed and disturbed I am dying
Under a scorching south sun
I’ve had cones and I’m stoned no sense of direction
My torment has only begun
The bong I notice still lodged in my hand
Its odious contents my only moisture
The sun it pounds me like a hammer to an anvil
I sniff the bong water, is it clear?
But its thick and putrid I gag at its odor
Texture and smell like baby shit!
I stagger confused for three days and nights
The bong water gets more attractive each day
It’s foul and repulsive but finally I succumb
I must drink or die of dehydration
It keeps calling me
Drawing haunting me
Torturing me
But then I
Raise the bong to my lips and I drink
Flavor just like licking an ashtray
My stomach convulses I vomit blood and bile
I suffer massive total dehydration
I lie dying
Prune like husk
Puking crying
Killed by the bong!
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Human Oven
04:20
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Rapid body disintegration
Flesh destruction
Body liquid inflation
In his oven
Satisfy his hunger
By the dozen
Killing his victims
In his oven
Inside
Chamber
You fry
You die
Basting the flesh crisp and brown
Laughing at their cries
The fat, bone body offal
Feeding the flies
Polish up the silver
Greens fresh
Prepare the salad
Tasting human flesh
Rapid body disintegration
Flesh destruction
Body liquid inflation
In his oven
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5. |
Death By Draino
02:39
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Now you see the stupid yuppie bitch
Going out to try and score some coke
But it’s cut with something she doesn’t want
It’s cut with something she doesn’t need
Yes that’s rights it’s something nasty, Drano
The sodium hydroxide lurks within
The baggie she takes to her pathetic little party
She cuts it up on her lice marble slab
Snorts dying
She’s dying
Burning in her head like nasal napalm
Destroying, corroding fragile flesh
Flooding her system, massive renal failure
Her lungs dissolve into chunks of blood
Convulsing and vomiting in death
Every orifice discharges
Lying in a pool of shit
No one mourns the yuppie bitch
She’s become something she despised
She’s just another bloated corpse
She’s garbage
Trash!
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Disturbed
05:25
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Pressured by the masses
Hate festers deep
Disturbed by the voices
No sleep
All their smiling faces
They’re only sheep
Shattered spinning fragments
Escape!
The hate inside
Perverse desires
Purge my mind
Cleansed with blood
I can see them laughing
At my scream
Twisted inside burning
No dreams
Tear at their faces
Blessed release
Claw out their eyes
Escape!
Repulsed by their weakness
Their final solution
I will hunt them down
Destroyed innocence
I will find them hiding
Now I am in you
Horror in my mind
Escape from my escape!
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Aftermath Sydney, Australia
Old school Death Metal from Sydney Australia.
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