Carcass
Carcass
Año de formación

1985

País de origen

REINO UNIDO
ALBUMES / CANCIONES / LETRAS

                                                                    
Coughing up a mixture
Of mucus, phlegm and bile
The sordid sight of burning flesh
...Your stomach is reviled

Spew up your sanguined guts
In your wooden box
Septic vomit of chyme...
...Putrid offal...

Regurgitated giblets
Blocked in your oesophagus
Eaten by the maggots
Trapped in your sarcophagus
Oozing chyme reeks as your duodenum is hacked
Secreting gastric juices, enzymes melt your faecal tract
Torn major arteries, your corpse with blood is drenched
Your mouth is ripped inside-out as your oesophagus is wrenched

Maggots and grubs bore into the mouldy remains
Masticating lymph, caked blood and cankered decay
Maturating brains play host to the grisly fete
Stuffed anal passage, served on a plate

Purulent torso is a perfect maggots meal
Spilt cerebrospinal fluid is sucked up with zeal
Botulism vitiates the emulsifying bile
Liquidized gall bladder, viscid pus smells vile
The lingering scirrhus begins to harden
As the insides fall prey to putrefaction
Rotting tissue turns to mush and pulp
As your mind is torn by encephalitis

Your cavities rot with ulcers
Your infected inflammations torn
Your gizzards eaten by incursive decay
You're infernally rotten to the gore...

Juices digested from each pus-swollen pore
Insatiable hunger as I feast on the gore
Nothing gives me greater pleasure
Than a bowl full of chyme
Maggot infested kidneys
Are what I choose every time

The smell of plaguing infection
Is nauseatingly emetic
Prolonged spumescence of stale pus
Stinks like hot, putrid vomit

Your body is indurate
The insides are black as tar
Your innards gnawed by septic hate
Now a mass of empyaema

Your blood is caked
Dried and inconsistent
Your bloody rotten gore
Is now vitrescent
The pungent aroma of hot, bubbling, molten gristle
Blends with the stench of hot, singeing flesh soldered to liquid muscle.
As the cornea is pierced and fried sizzling retina
Burning and spitting on the now blackened, charred fovea

Holes of crumbling carbon are all that are left
Charred eye-sockets of hot scorched flesh

Fusing symblepharon, your flesh turns into coke
Extravasative gunge now black, pungent smoke.
Charred eye-sockets - horrifically pernicious
Your sight irreparable by your optician

Once flowing blood is now dried, resembling black pudding
Now all that bleeds is a slow trickle of hot, sticky muscle.
The sclera is a lump of carbon burning on smouldering membrane
Your eyeballs are blistering, your optic nerves now aflame.
Limb from limb...
Curled glands...
Hacked giblets...
Stumps for hands...

Limb from bloody limb

Ruptured spleen...
Rancid loin...
Shattered ribs...
Splattered groin...

Retching pus...
Dissect and slash...
Limb from limb...
Stenching gash...
Oral eruption
Rectal extroversion...

Your vagus implodes, as nausea strikes
Savaging your body in terminal retch
Violent spasms and decaying enzymes
Engulf your throat as you belch

Intestinal disturbance, your ileum turns inside-out
Your duodenum is thrust up towards your mouth
Your pancreas excretes stale septic pus
Your whole digestive system is now a sticky mush

Rectal vomit in your thorax
Retch your anal tract

Liquidized oesophagus mixes with bloodied excretion
As you pathetically gasp for breath
The stench of hot faeces scorch your nose
As you violently vomit to death

Your intestines are rising, up towards your throat
Stale bile escaping through your bloodied nose
Your colon digested into acidic slush
Your tongue gargling on your dislocated anus
Tear out your intestines
Cut your liver into two
Throttle your heart
Till it's swollen and blue

Puncture your flesh
Skewer your eyes
Leave you to fester
Then eat you alive
Your pulverized torso languishes in its pool of pus
Minced, cancerous viscera - gore seeps from the guts
My fetid fetish is to excavate the moulding rot
I drool my gastric juices as I chomp on you blood-clots

Fermenting innards, bubbling with rot
Alcoholic pus, dissolves the wooden box

I gouge into the chest's cavity to rip out the intestines
Slivering soft entrails to release the foaming secretions
I suck up the concoction and eat the decay
With cankered disgorgement I excrete my gurgling prey

Bile, chyme and blood in the offal effervesce
I eviscerate the bowels and drink the clotted cess
Eaten alive
Munched into pulp
Premature necropsy
Comes closer with each gulp

Brain not fully dead
Decrepit splattered libs
Mass ensanguined spasms
Excretion now begins...

...Semi-conscious human faeces
...Semi-digested squirming pieces
...Semi-animate in excrement
...Semi-terminal constipation
The rotting corpse lies on a mortuary slab
Pus starts to burst from each visceral scab
Body temperature drops, bone seizure takes place
As the discharge oozes from the boils on the face

Suppurated - Pyosisified
Pustulated - Soggy insides

The cataleptic remains incite the suppuration
Giving way to the stench of anal emanation
This repulsive concoction drips onto the floor
Cleansing the viscous enzymes of the body's inner core
Plugged into the socket
Leads attached to twisting skin
Ignite the squirming foetus
To dissolve it from within

The uterus aspirated...foeticide
Suction catheter eradicating...your insides

Foeticides done daily
Frying them inside the womb
Electrocuting embryos
In their sterile tomb

Your cervix an abscess... foeticide
Pumped out by your gynaecologist... your insides

Spasmodic convulsions of pleasure are gained
Pumping out the boiling gunge as you languish in pain
Scouring out the womb from effervescing rot
Scrubbing-brush comes in handy to clean out all the clots

Electrodes buzz with power
Visceral muscle is charred black
Melting bone, frying aqueous humour
A dignified death is what you lack
Fomentatious perflation hydrogenates your foetal cisterna
Coagulating haemorrhage and your congenital hernia

Dehydrated soup - crumbling hygroma
Pectified sludge - dank, acrid aroma

Clotting uteral mucus, dissipating your foetus
Melting your uterus and evaporation your cyesis

Your molten foetus is reconstituted by warm, molten enzymes
Slowly digested in microwaved slime
Your stomach is churning, heat effervescing your succus
Your innards running like hot, sticky mucus

Mangled uterogestation, your perimetrium clots
Your insides cooking, steaming and hot
Bodies dismembered, corpses desecrated
Carcasses liquidized and minced with hatred
Brains are splattered, strewn limbs and heads
Blood has been spurted as the arteries were shredded

Eyes have been impaled, flayed skin in strips
Intestines and guts from the body have been ripped
Stench of sweet blood, bones have been crunched
Festering gore is eaten for lunch

Parasitic carnivorous carrion, your gastrointestinal tract, 
your prey's cremator
Bloody neo-cannibalistic, bloodfeed masticator
Rigor sanguined fleshfeast, gourging on festered entrails and warm meat
Devouring cold offal, necro-sentient mortis feed

Mutilated organs, the meat-cleaver is raised
Falls to mash the head and rip up the face
Throats slit with vengeance, flesh stripped to the bone
Your death is terrible, painful and slow

Drooling palate
Terrible odorous mess
The repulsive stench
Of roasting flesh

Sterile carnage, dried sanguined personae desecration
Scooping out the entrails, violent entrail emancipation
The taste of violent gorge hot on your breath
Digesting the succulent corpse in your succous death
Erupted thoracic savies - serum, pus and offal
Perspiring ulcerous chancre - splattered on your wall
Necro-cellular lesions - the stench of staining scabs
Scraped up by medics, and wrapped in plastic bags

Exploding pus and bile, abdominal saliva sprays
Coughing out your intestines, and rubbing them in your face
Carbuncles oozing sanguous, mortified entrails and rot
Pieced together for autopsy, in your wooden box

Frantic pelvic gut-wrench
Splattered guts and gore
Seeping disembowelment
Mopped up off the floor

Pelvic insides now rest in your perineum
Splattered gore seeping from your orifices like hot sebum

Pancreatic juices
Internal digestive mess
Acidic dripping spittle
And squelching moist flesh

Pulverized thoracic cavity
Your rib-cage is snapped
Rupturing internal organs
Crushed in your diaphragm
Your lungs are collapsed
As your abdominal cavity is splattered
Terminal back-ache paralysing
As your spine is shattered
Effervescing entrails corroding after years
The stench of the canker brings me no tears
Festering tumours of cancerous decay
Gnawed and chewed by maggots with malicious hate

I like to slide my hand inside your stomach
And rip out the putrid remains,
Drink the pus and munch on the internal organs
Until all the casket is drained.
It's fun being a pathologist - slicing up corpses
Especially when they have just been exhumed,
I like doing autopsies on festering carcasses -
I get high sniffing on all the fumes

The sound of rancid juices sloshing around your coffin
The mould and the gore remind me of that you're rotting
Congealed blood clotted around both sets of veins
The beautiful colour of your decomposing brain
Torched to a pimple
Peeling skin and tissue
Inflammable rectal gases
Scalding your sinews

Charbroiled to blackened char
Smoked, sauted and black
Blistering flaking tissue
Insalvageable by skin graft
Fused into a mess
Dribbling cartilage and fumes
Your body shrivelling
Your fingers beginning to prune

Burnt to a cinder
Your body charred
Incinerated carbon
Molten as tar
Smouldering ashes
Scorched entrails
Carbonated dust
Cremated remains

Burnt to a crisp
Your fat's on fire
Devouring you whole
Like a cadaver-stoked pyre

Charred to the bone
Your flesh is burnt
Tissues molten
Bodily gases inert
Human inferno
Blazing eruption
Evaporating marrow
Spontaneous combustion

Burnt to a crisp
Your hair is singed
Devouring your scalp
Receding your fringe

Dripping flesh and fat
Spreads like an irritating rash
Your fingers melting
As you vainly scratch
Sanguinary disinterment
Necrobiotic rash
Gnawing, throbbing anguish
The gullet is now mashed
Pungent excruciation
Flesh mummified by lice
Amputated contusion
Help yourself to a slice...

Contamination...
Strangulation...
Mutilation...

Gangrenous abscesses
Paralysis sets in
More carnage and bloodshed
And the reek of molten skin
Frenzied detruncation
Dispeptic, charred and black
Terminal putrescence
Psychotics carve and hack

Osteoporous enzymes release deadly secretions
As the clotted parasites devour the excretion
Emanation, suppuration - blood starts to gush
My nocturnal dysentry is unleashed on this mush
Bloody hypertrophy of papillae spewing urethritis like urticaria
Septicaemia filled dermis scorched by acidic uric nocturia.

Verrucose urethra
Glutenous condyloma

Ureterocoeles excreting warm, decaying, cystic pemphigus
Gnawing at flesh with rancid uraturial lust.
Chomping and splicing, your gums sliced to shreds
Tattered bloody ribbons, incisored skin is shred
Scraping on sore teeth, cracking and chipping
Shredding and mincing raw nerve endings

Salivating - sanguis, phlegm, froth and foam
Masticating - your mandible stripped to the bone

Mangling your tongue, bloody torn and dripping
The swollen savage muscle frayed and blistering
Your vocal chords severed, your lips are mutilated
Masticating carved palate as your mouth is grated

Only raw gargles croak from your throat
A trickling death-rasp as you choke
A silly grin carved from ear to ear
Spurting mucus and tongue as your wind-pipe tears

Gaping and sore
The rusty razors bore
Skin hangs and seeps
Peptic ulcers bleed

Your mouth is a sea of cartilage, rabid saliva bleeds
Swallowing shredded tongue and pulverized, crunching teeth
Respirating a bolus of rusty razor blades
Asphyxiating bloody garotte, tearing your jugular vein
Pyosis mucolysifies malignant mucocoeles
Pustules endocrinating disseminated mortified cells
Flesh punctuated by cancerous pustules
Burning your face with formicating papules

Mucopurulence excretor

Mucopurulent organs digested in sepsis
Mucolysifying, rancidifying as you eat your own cysts
Putrefying your pyorrhoea - infested corpse excretes away
Expelling pyuria and septic goitrous membrane
Dried, rotting, flaking, rancid flesh
Crumbling tissue - nothing left
Cancerous, mouldy, septic infestation
Smouldering decay of defecation

Your bowels now play host to pestilent decay
Waiting dormantly, it knows you're easy prey

See the corpse, smell the rot
Rigor mortis sets in like a frost
Lacerated arteries, entrails in a mess
The dry, stale smell of long rotted flesh

See the corpse, smell the warmth
As its cold, grey insides fester and burn
The guts may melt, but the torso remains
As the jellified innards turn into methane
Snorting the stench of latent effluvium
And maturing damp fumes
This foul menage forces tears to your eyes
As the corpse's gas are exhumed....
Intoxicated by foul body odours
And the nauseating tepid whiff
Pinching your nostrils as you irrigate flatus
From the emaciated stiff...

Volatile entrails fume and steam
As they're meticulously hacked during discission
Evaporating sludge and bubbling pus -
A rotten gaseous expiration...

Maturating corpse, the stale smell of decay and rot
- A sickening asphyxiation
Gross remains gush, innards turn to sludge
- With partial liquefaction...

Smell the rot...
Of the corrupted corpse....
Hallucinogenic trip...

Tissue gases leak - a warm, unpleasant reek
A quite macabre addiction
Deteriorated, bloated corpse - decomposure burning hot
Sniff the smell of carrion...

Inhaling the dank smells
As you gouge out the dripping innards with glee
Succumbling to a translucid state
As you sniff the aroma of necropsy...
Bacterial decomposition
The aroma of fungal/larval infestation
Consuming, ripening slime
As the cadaver is slowly wasting...

Your sore sinews rot, blood curdling coughs
As acrid foetor corrodes your lungs
Body orifices clenched in your teeth
As you frenziedly try to insert the bungs...

Swollen, ripened corpse, the stench of crusting clots
- The smell of stale perspiration
Administering watery gore, you're screaming out for more
- Addicted to putrefaction....

Snort the corpse...
Get high on the rot...
Orgasmic rush...
Turns your brains to pus...
Grimly I dig up the turfs
To remove the corrupted stiffs
Trying to contain my excitement
As I desecrate graveolent crypts...
Fingers claw at coffin lids
Eager festal exhumation
Hugging your wry, festered remains
With post-humous joy and elation...
Body snatched, freshly interred
Whatever takes my fancy
To satisfy my gratuitous pica
My culinary necromancy...
Scrutinised then brutalised
My forensic inquisition is fulfiled
My recipe is now your epitaph
Be it fried, boiled or grilled...

I devour the pediculous corpse
Whetting my palate as I exhume
The festering stench of rotting flesh
Makes me drool as I consume...

Caskets I grate
My larder's a grave
I'm sickly obsessed (with the badly decomposed)
Rotten remains I eat
Purulent meat
What a funeral feast (putrid reek)

Weeping tissue is stripped
Pus dribbles from my lips
Pulverising this pustular chaff
Butchering up morgue's makes me laugh...

Ulcerated flesh I munch
Rotting corpses are my lunch
On bones I love to crunch (on the badly decomposed)
Shrivelled innards I lick
The corpse's head I kick
Crumbling shreds I pick (eat the stiffs)
[Solo: morbid melody for the deceased with salt to taste]

Rancid flesh, slaughter the dead
- Caskets exhumed...
Corpses disinterred, graves disturbed
- To consume...

Bereaved relatives are not amused
As on their dear departed I feverishly consume...

Slavering worms, decomposure burns
Corrosion born, as bacteria gnaw

Desecrate...
Precipitate....(from the muddy grave)
Macerate...
Eviscerate...

Caskets I grate
My larder's a grave
I'm sickly obsessed (with the badly decomposed)
Rotten remains I eat
Purulent meat
What a funeral feast (putrid reek)

Saponified fats, nibbled by rats
- freshly exhumed...
Deep down six feet is where I like to eat
- Human flesh to consume...
Vilely I defile, chastise, humiliate
Writhing, agonised as I violate to impregnate
With lathering soaps and suds I slowly emenize
Innards gurgulate as they're sickly baptized...

Your rectum I will flood
With bleach, detergents and suds...

Rupturing your gall-blader
Liver bleached and soaked
Lungs now flooded
With bicarbonates and boiling soap
Orifices pumped and plugged
Rectal membrane split
Evaporating your bowels
Anal muscle rips...

I grope in the grime, the evaporating motions slush
Pulverising your gut, in my rubber boots and gloves
Your nates purple and raw, brillo pads scour and cleanse
Sticking plasters on abrased organs, to try and make amends...

...Scour...abrase...scrub...erase....

Your innards I corrode
This process you will loathe
Your innards I evacuate
With my crude methods of hate
[Solo: rectal intubation with intolerable hot enema]

Anal track acidically removed
Along with rotten entrails and stools
Disembowelling in my rage
in your colostomy you suffocate

...Scour...abrase...scrub...erase....

Sadistically sodomizing with my instruments of grime
Force-feeding it down your throat if I find the time
Vaseline and talc soothe the gored ano-obliteration
Sardonically I gloat on your rectal dislocation

Seething with carnage lust
As the plastic tubing in enthrust...

Rupturing your gall-blader
Liver bleached and soaked
Lungs now flooded
With bicarbonates and boiling soap
Orifices pumped and plugged
Rectal membrane split
Evaporating your bowels
Anal muscle rips...

The anus sucked inside out, my victim now distraught
Rectal tissue I scald, as I boil the inner core
The orifice now clean - sanitised, red and raw
Brutally impaling your rectum, this process I adore....
...Scour...abrase...scrub...erase....

Your innards I corrode
This process you will loathe
Your innards I evacuate
With my crude methods of hate
Anal track acidically removed
Along with rotten entrails and stools
Disembowelling in my rage
in your colostomy you suffocate
Miasmic fungus infests the small intestine
Vitriolic juices burn through the stomach wall
Bursting carcinosis as chylase melts your guts
Crepitating neoplasm erupts with gore...

Maturating boils, the canker emmenagogic
Grume decays to a frothing sludge
Dermatital pustules suppurate with cancer
Caustic sepsis coagulates the blood...

Necrolytic digestion, rancid plasma is released
Automaceration of the carcass incites pyogenesis
Globular tissue decomposed, hydrogen sulphide is evolved
Reek of putrefaction secreted by necrotrophic mould...

Excrete and disgorge the festering pus
As your skin erupts with corrosive decay
Urticaria vents infested sanies
Slime from burst ulcers spurts and sprays...

The innards decompose, putrify to jelly
The dermis ruptures with sialagogic cruor
Green putrified offal explodes with the discharge
Bubbling viscera is splattered over the floor...

Visceral organs infested by rampant hungry larvae
Gnawing tattered giblets as sanies solidifies
Enterisis dissolves the gut, self-digestion is undergone
Autolysis of body tissue, enzymes macerate the bones...
[Solo: smeared organic mess]

...Tumours erupt
...With infestation of grubs
...Ulcerous carrion maturates
...As the bacteria vitiates
...Tumours erupt
...With infestation of grubs
...Effervescing core
...Cankerous corpse
Bloodied, torn and twisted
Severe mutilation is all that remains

Stagnating in shrink-wrap
Empty the contents onto the mortuary slab...

The morbid, muted body
Is dissected, lacerated and shred -
Life is hard as a mortuary technician
The fumes go straight to my head...

The trunk now depleting gristle, with bactericidal decay
This discissed disarticulation I bludgeon as I ablate...

Diluted spittle, bile and gore
Congealing puddles on the floor
Grotesquely dismembered
As the cavities I harshly sever...

Stabbing at the trachea, chest with walls I puncture
Slicing back flesh I tear, subject to malacia...

Advanced rigor mortis, the corpse internally bruised
Kaleidoscope livor mortis, the carcass a shade of livid blue
Joints are stiffened, I now bend and crack
The cerebrum pulped, with cranial collapse...

Bodily embalmed and fluids tapped
Maceration is oozing, as the insides I unwrap...

Finished with the fragments, a mass of stinking waste
Spread-eagled bloody mess, I hastily eviscerate...

Advanced pyathrosis - let there be rot (fun in the morgue)
Foul autodigestion - necrotic mutation...

The gaping chest is crudely stitched up
Internal organs are hastily replaced
The carnage totally disfigured
Another pathological waste...

Flowing blood crusts
The corpse is totally rotten to the core
The miserable, festering stiff
I dismember with my saw...

The wounds are stitched, I shabbily try to repair
Disintegrating with histolycis and everyday wear and tear...

"Cadaveric dissolution, sliced, ripped and deceased
Eructated gases are gurgling as they bleed
Congested pus, blood and autodigested gore
Tissue corrodes as aggression gnaws..."

The mortuary table I now wipe, sponge and clean
Washing away the remains of life, the slab now gleams...

The evaporating reek of putrefaction gets right up my nose
Carnage, chunks and leftover pieces in the bin I dispose...

Advanced pyathrosis - let there be rot (fun in the morgue)
Foul autodigestion - necrotic mutation...
...Aborted gestation...foetal mutilation...
...Abortive secretions...embryonic fermentation...

Your crotch spawning afterbirth
A congealing sprog basted in cess
Palpitations spew a foetus
Sprawling in this mess...
Flowing lochial discharge
Of copious womb lining torn
The mutilated still-born mangled
By the whiplashing umbilical cord...

Mixing together post-natal juices
The dead infant used as stock
Slurping this horrendous concoction
Eat the cervical slop...
Lading our aborted derbis
Oozing guts chomped in your maw
The caesating premature baby
Nurtured in post-partum gore...

Suck cess on a plate. lick its pus from a spoon
Gnaw at rashes on a dish, munch on the expelled womb...

Its testicles incised - the foetus liquidized
Whick the parasite - the gross remains baptized...
[Solo: paturient paste sandwich]

Stagnant placenta and smelly fluids
The stiffening dead babe's crib
Disembowelling and gutting

Grating bone and rib
Fragile limbs pulverised
Dismemberment is so cruel
Soggy organs and paturient broth
Give piquance to this sickly gruel...

Mixing together post-natal juices
The dead infant used as stock
Slurping this horrendous concoction
Eat the cervical slop...
Lading our aborted derbis
Oozing guts chomped in your maw
The caesating premature baby
Nurtured in post-partum gore...

Drink bile from a cup, gulp its phlegm from a pot
Eat mucus on a saucer, choke on embryonic clots...
(Pasteurised foetus goulash)
Festering scabs, papillae and pores
Hardened carbuncles, spots and cold sores...

Pick at the scab - septic blood starts to weep
Rip at my face - ruptured growths start to seep

Blackhead and boils, pustular cysts
Chapped commodones, perspiring zits...

Pierce the blane - infected tissue starts to bleed
Diseased and plagued - tumours chew and feed...

...On ulcerated flesh...
...On facial mess...
...On blooming sores...
...On blistering warts...

Squeeze out the blood, the pus I extract
A rancid cocktail, steaming and black
Infested skin, bubbles and bursts
Hackne vulgaris, spluttering pus...

...The swarming mass...
...With acid I attack...
...With razors I hack...
...Bubos, bulging and black...

Squeeze out the blood, the pus I extract
A rancid cocktail, steaming and black
Bursting canker, clustered bullae
Pimples and bones eat me alive...

Gnawing, curdling, swarming flesh
Bubbling, seething, disgusting mess
Smarting, abrased purple and raw
Pustular, vulgar pimples and sores...

The juice is squeezed
Sebum bleeds
Lick the pox
Weals and warts...

- Festering face
- Decrepit and plagued...
The inset of rigor mortis, ulcerous corruption and decay
Saponified fats lather as soap as you slowly eat yourself away...

Organs savaged by rotten enzymes, rennin and rancorous cysts
A festering abcess immersed in ravenous autolysis...

Breaking down of dead tissue fuels methane gases
A smouldering human compost-heap of self-digesting haemorrhage...
emulsifying carnage, your purpulent torso is mummified
A mortified, marbled feast for drooling parasites...

Your lungs consumed in gore, slime and worm encrusted
Brittle testes eroded in hot, corrosive succus
Adhering to the bone, tissue necrosis a maggot feast
A cadaveric crematorium, gaseos spumescence leaks...
[Solo: parasitic flesh resection]
[Solo: matted fungus, spawn, eggs, bacteria, germs, mould and meat]

Your rump sustaining hostile organisms
- Mould, eggs and larvae
Peptonized spleen, liver and kidneys
- A wasting, degenerate slime
Septicemic mutation
- Of rancid meat and writhing life
Psychedelic, pustular platter of gunge
- Come and take a bite...

Dormant fungoid growths
On the smarting human host
Come bathe, cleanse and wash
With livor mortis and dry rot...

...Lice and ticks...

Flesh matted with hatching spawn
Endo-parasites incubate in the warmth
Mortician's implements to tap and bleed
The swarming insects seed...

...Lice and ticks...expel bloody sick...

Leathery skin bubbles as blue-bottles hatch
Maggot infestation turns the rotting corpse black...

Slushy bowels move as our friends squirm
Flatulent belches-dry, festered and warm...
Your jugular arteries ripped
Viscous juices gush and bleed
You're gutted, skinned and mangled
Enteral disorder is freed
Your rib-cage wrenched and torn
Still-pumping heart is crushed and smashed
Your alimentary canal is finely chopped
Lumpen meat is hacked...

...Disembowel, chop and trash...

Veins are stripped and flayed
Of haemorrhage, bile and sweat
Savoured cuts are cured
Bodily parts are wrecked
Bissection of the twitching corpse
Copious blood is drained
Captive-bolt and pole-axe
Shred, trash and maim...

...Dismember, carve and hack...

I rip open pectoral cavities to devour my still-steaming grub
Drinking adeps and effluence, smearing myself in congealing blood
I tear at sauted crackling to guzzle on fetid swag
Butchered remains are carved and collected in a doggy-bag...

I mince up your limbs, off-cuts and cartilege
Stuffing freshly-drawn intestine with grated coronary arteries
I slice from your mutilated trunk runny fats and rind
Skewering eye-orbits, brain, genitals and organs I grind...

Bins od torrid offal where writhing stomachs squirm
Chunks amongst your thighs and rump, crawling with tape-worm
Snapped spinal column is gnawed, curdled trypsin turns into cheese
Your vena cava lashed, on your pericardial sac I feed...

I gourge myself on your loin, erepsin and brine consumed
Blubbering escharic tegument, steaming remains turn into grume...

...Cranial fluids sucked...
...Flooded organs crushed...
- You are totally wasted...

Your dissected shell collapses, as I eat congested insides
Desregarded entrails fume and rot, now host to hungry flies...

...Cranial fluids sucked...
...Flooded organs crushed...
- You are totally wasted...
...Slow bissection makes me laugh...
Wart-encrusted sebaceous growths
Pustulating, bleeding piles are what I boast
Scabby and blistered pectoral skin flakes away
As my crushed bowels evacuate much to my dismay...

Faecal tripe - take the bite
Urinary swill - take your fill

Squeeze out the pus, perforate the rash
Munch the mouldy scabs, lick the septic gash...
Eroded crispy bowels, corrosive putrid breath
Collapsing, slushy lungs, my diaphragm pickled in meths...

Renal ulcerations, faecal gurgitations
Costive crepitations, complete anal disgorgement...
Disinterring organs, pus, urine and sewage
Thrust into your naval, to soak up ascitic fluids...

An abrasive concoction is formed in my throat
Methylated bile, jaundiced kidneys bloat
Tumorous stomach, coughing up gall
The thorax infected with furuncles and boils...

The sight of by abdomen, shrivelling and gurgling
The reek of my bloody pleura, stagnating and curdling
Cynical and sarcastic, my fetid sense of tumour
Clinical and gastric, I imbibe my own vitreous humour...

Soiled prostatic prolapse
Ruptured hernia rips your groun
Your mouth forced wide open
As you're made to chew on your haemorrhoids...
Gnawing my appendix, enteric organs glistening
Acholial fluids, coagulating and thickening

Weakened, cirrhosised liver, pumping out sludge
Of pediculosal faeces, sanguineous bile and crud...

Avulsion of salted tonsils
Gavaged with a spoon
Your scrotal sac torn open
And stuffed with ano-genital grume...
"A body is committed to a public mortuary. Any victim of sudden or 
unexpected death will be brought here for a post-mortem by a pathologist; 
their job is to establish the cause of death. But sometimes a body is 
unrecognizable. Then it is vital, especially if murder is suspected, to 
establish identity..."

Insipid fumes bellow from the atrabilious chimney
Whilst in the sanctified crevet I calmly pillage and rake
For hot dry powdered human slag
Still steaming in the crematorium's grate

Bio-organic ebullition, bones tar, tallow dehydrates
For my deleterious horticulture so that I may cultivate

Your mortal mechanism dies - in nutrients rich
In the hallowed turf you lie - just for the taking

Charred sinew's as good as lime, no phosphates do I need
Deteriorated flesh used as top-soil, to replenish and nourish seed
Spreading this human potash, as ash matured
Recycling my rich harvest, bring out your dead...for use as manure...

Irrigating tears are shed, but the ground still must be fed

Tipping and dusting up the spilt contents of urns
Every morsel that glows like ember on the fire
Extinguishing all hope of beatrific dispatch
These charred chassis desired

Exequiet rites now performed, a coronach sooting up the flu
Enter my execrable inferno, even in the after-life there's work to do

The nitrogen content's high - but the flesh is weak
At the graveside mourners cry - you're never to wake again

[Lead: Compost humous horticulture by M. Amott]

Burnt brisket renews the ground, to germinate my seed
Cremated bodies are my spoil, to use them as plant-feed
Ploughing this abhorrent human manure
Seeding my rich harvest, bring out your dead...for the soils to devour...

Dry the dead are bled, because the ground must be fed
And there's still no rest for the dead

I propagate - dust in the grate
Ashes to ashes - dust to dust, diluted in water and sprayed on crops
Charcoal, fats, flesh and soot fertilising pasture with active fertile rot

Incumbent - latent calories are spent

Ashes to ashes - dust to dust renewing the land with corpses corrupt
Mortuary scrapings, hearses a must, to the hot hearth the deceased are trussed

Harvesting the defouled, to fertilize my soil
Rejuvenating the spent with my fecundate spoils...

Reaping the gone, to nourish the land
Replenishing exhausted pasture with my uncanny sleight of hand
Restoring the unnatural balance, sowing my seed
Defalcating the departed, I rapt and glean...

So I recite my contrite lament, lacrimation for the dead
Their rest which I disturb...
Where should stand row upon row of cold grey remembrance stones
My cash crops now grow...
"Identifying the bodies which are decomposed, dismembered, skeletonised pose 
very serious problems. We've had many cases in this department where a body 
has been found in pieces, or decomposed, and we've been able to put things 
together. Yes, the head, the upper part of the body, in a very badly 
decomposed state..."

Excised and anatomised, deviscerated disarray
The torso diverged with pride
Deftly amputated, evulsed limbs now defunct
The trunk imbrued, tatty stumps used as lugs
For a chondrin puzzle so quaint
Head and body decollate
A heaving mass so quiescent...

Scattered and scrambled, your teasement grows
- A bloody caricature to make whole
A squirming grisly jigsaw, detrital fragments fit so snug
- That missing piece will leave you stumped
Totally desassembled, nicely sliced and diced
- A cold mannequin once resembled
Real cranium teaser, carved from flesh and bone
- So mystifying...

Battered and diffused, with placating blows
- A human jigsaw to make whole
A sequacious pattern which once fitted so snug
- Joining together each dubious lump
Ravaged disassembly, neatly cubed and diced
- A cold mannequin reassembled
Astute brain teaser, incorporate flesh and bone
So mortifying...

An incessant game - methodically made
With each cumulative piecing - of commensated meat...

Bi-manual reconstruction, eldritch problem complete
A convented effigy
A pathological toy, each chunk rigorously
Inter mortis locking, as you pathogenically rot
Such a perplexing task
To fit the remains in the casket
Uliginous mess so quiescent...

An incessant game - methodically made
With each cumulative piece - of commensated meat...
"That's why I find it so amusing that the latter-day saints of our 
business... one, attribute to me motives that just weren't there, and two, 
accuse me of corrupting morality, which I wish I had the power to do. 
Prepare to die."

An encloaking, dark epoch
In which all life is now appraised
Another valueless commodity
On which the paracious may feebly graze
Indebted homage to their mammon
Whilst the mort is the music of the meek
Transcendence from a beatifully brutal reality
Is what I seek...

Noxious, sully dolour
Is not the sentiment upon which we feed
But precocious consciousness
Draws out a morbid nous to bleed
Chiselling out seething words
Which cut deep down to the bone
Always legible
So be it on our own headstone...

Rising to out own nadir
Reality we try to extirpate
Trying to raise a twisted smile
Similar to that silver plate
On a coffin which is joined
Hammering in each final nail
Last kill and testament
Left now intestate...

Noxious, sully dolour
Is not the thesis which is bled
A precarious train of thought
In which mental cattle-trucks are led
Carving out skilful words
Which shear brittle bones
Always spelt out well
We just can't leave the dead alone...

Monographic text
A terminal doctrine of diseased minds perplexed
Enunciated epigrams
Eschatological, rotten requiems

Always our own worst cynics
Exorcisers of scorching scorn
Digging our own graves
But never stand over and mourn
The roulade now pandemonium
Displaced in the muggy sods
Espoused with the macabre
The dead we filch and rob...

...Munificant bale...
...From the deviants staid...

Execrations - taunting spiritual release
Exoneration - upon the perishable we feast
Excogitation - picking at the bones of convention
Exculpitation - foul verbal conflagration...

Epigraphic text, a literary vex
The macabre perplexed, with corporeality meshed

Euthenic text
An unpleasant journey, to a world perplexed
Corporeal epigraphs
Eschatological unpleasantness

Always forever cryptic
Exercisers of twisted grief
Helping you to dig up the interred
Whilst fresh still are the wreaths
The harmony now pandemonium
Heard out in the muddy dirt
Espoused with the bizzare
We play on our own turf...

...Epithetic text...
...A macabre rality perplexed...

Execrations - literary tales of atrocities fairy
Exoneration - harsh, cold bloody marys
Excogitation - a narcissistic eutechnique
Exculpitation - perverse artworks, so unique...

Monographic text, a literary vex
The macabre perplexed, with reality meshed...
"Oh my God! What are these? You can hear people puking... They're dog meat!"

In caustic butchery I parent my dominion
In the food chain I create the missing link
Cold temerity confects this splintered for age
Infantile corruption taken to the brink...

Making hash of the spumous crubescent
All natural compassion removed
The newly fully developed boiled as sprouted fodder
Martilinear murder - cordon bleu

As salubrious pet food
Human midden is consumed...

Not one to mince my words
But now I love to see those siblings churned
In tins they are reared

Ghastly I slake
Bestial appetites to sate
As flesh and steel I mate
To fill the lower species' plate...

Desparental, primparal goods oozing
The bawling, squabbling denied the suckling teat
Sentient bloodletting sprains the sporulate
Makes a choice chimerical treat...

Rheological, twisted nursery chymes
The fluxing of the defleshed
Paedophilosophical, carnage knowledge
As the illegitimeat to the domesticated is fed

So as you breed
They will bleed...

Contumely calorie count
Ebullient death toll mounts
- Higher and higher...

Despumation the midden, the desipient I segment
Pertaining vitality, their dispatch I cement
Served out for minion in their feeding trough...
"If visible identification is not possible, the pathologist may be able to 
take fingerprints from the body until decay sets in... things become more 
complicated."

Intenacious, intersecting
Reaving fats from corporal griskin
Culled...for sodden gelatine brayed
Skeletal groats triturated, desinently
Exsiccated, sere glutenate brewed
For frivolous solvent abuse...

Derogate coarse remains
For glue to dry
Despoiled marrow razed

...A truculent shambles so severe...

Extravated bone - as adhesive incarnate
A pellucid quietus - nocuosly I create

Corporal glue, breathe in the fumes
Mucilage vapours, toxic fumes to savour

Comminuted remains
As gum to dry
A lissom gel so glazed

...A truculent shambolic affair...

The exsanguine esprit - shorted as snuff
Rheumic oils forever - Bonded together as gum

Human glue, choke on the fumes
Noxious vapours, slaughterous labour...
"Human remains in a beaker and tray and coffee pot. Bones which were being 
partly macerated, dissolved, in a margarine container which had engine 
coolant in it. It smelled very awful."

Striking up my discordant underture
A carnal cacophony perversely penned
Transposed...and decomposed
On strings fashioned from human twine
Lovingly wound and fretted upon my bow
Garishly incarcerated...the dead resonate
In a final death-throe

Vibrant as I thresh...
Movements scripted for the dead...

Orchestral horrors I vehemently conduct
My corpus concertos cordial
Disinterred... and detuned
With six feet below
In harmony with the deceased
My inspiration...your disintegration
For my latest masterpiece

My scope creeps your flesh...
Notes seep from sinewy frets...

But don't hold your breath
As you wait for your god or the void
Or the abyss of nothingness
Your usefulness isn't through
Your productivity I resume...

My sorbid, soiled handicrafts
Will be your afterlife's handicap....

...My corrupt crescendos...
...Will leave you out on a limbo...
...Your disposition I unleash...
...You will rest in my piece...

With deadly dynamics
You're dead, buried and barred
Your remains dampened and fingered
Your mortal coil is barbed
The death-bells are peeling
Ringing out as you flake
Shrieking out their recitals
A celebration of your wake...

Enter my funereality
My world two metres under
A curious habitat
Your muddy trench I plunder
Pass on to ethereality
Churned out under the sextant's blade
You live your life in wretchedness
And death is no escape...
Officinal - immiscible compounds are mixed,
A gagging expectorate, of lysergic acids,
Premensely emerced, consciousness slowly sips,
Peculated, in an ebriat(i?)ng narcocis...

...Cataleptic,
Imbibe...neurotripsick...

[Leads: Gross disorientation by W.G. Steer]

Neurally numbed, a narcosis so trans-lucid,
So pernicious, halluciagenics,
Procreating, ocular contorting,
Your idiosyncrassy, is now expropriated...

...Extirpation,
Mind...termination...
Salutiferous exaltation, through fusty spatterings I sift,
Cauterizing proud flesh, pyogenic cortex I just yearn to rip,
With impalpable, cathartic tools, dilapidated lusts I gratify,
Cold premediated surgery, in my calculated surgery I hold your fragile life...

Pultacious...
Pugnacious...
Pernicious...
Acro-idiopathic...

Artificially concussed, excavating to your gastric core,
Patulous, deep wounds, cascading and crimson as I explore,
Master at my bloody art, I like to carve sculpture and maim,
Mounted on the freezer's geurney, you're exhibited until you enter into decay...

Pultacious...
Pugnacious...
Delicious...
Gastric-idiopathology...

Welcome to my theatre, the stage upon which I act,
Turning into a sumptuous perfomance, heiniously I hew and gash,
Churning out a deep gulch, the incision a major nick,
A quick toke of nitrous oxide is how I get my kicks...

Expurgating healthy tissue, opulent flesh I slit,
Costate cuts expunged as the patient I now fillet,
Malpractising and mussing, carnage hyperventilates,
Self placebonic, the only is operate...

The recumbent are my prey - under my genital blade,
Your precordium I brutally plunder - whilst you're put under

Exanguinating - you're totally parched,
Exenterating - removing body parts,
Wholly abraded - Surgically maimed,
Decortication - Medically slain

Contaminating, infacting, how I love to cough and sneeze,
On the carneous culture, to cause bacteria to breed,
Anaesthetised, paralysed, a clinical stupor is induced,
With callous dexterity your bodily mass is reduced...

I extract the gullet - to end up in my bucket,
A quick flick of my wrist - and I'll be struck off the list

Exanguinating - straigh from the heart,
Exenterating - with my lancet so sharp,
Anatomically - my surgery maims,
Decortication - by the clinically deranged

Gross misconduct, I make the choicest cuts,
Text book stabs, written on your tag...

Wheeled away after a medical mishap,
In a polythene bag your body is now wrapped...
The acute wound now sealed up,
The picture of ill-health, you're a bit cut up...
Welcome, to a world of hate
A life of buried dreams
Smothered, by the soils of fate
Welcome, to a world of pain
Bitterness your only wealth
The sand of time kicked in your face
-Rubbed in your face

When aspirations are squashed
When life's chances are lost
When all hope is gone
When expectations are quashed
When self esteem is lost
When ambition is mourned
...All you need is hate

In futility, for self preservation
We all need someone
-Someone to hate
Multifarious carnage
Meretriciously internecine
Sublime enmangling steelbath
Of escheated atrocities

Enigmatic longanimity of ruminent mass graves
Meritorious victory, into body-bags now scraped...

Regnant fleshpiles
The dead regorged
Osculatory majestic wrath
This carnal forge

Desensitized - to perspicuous horror
Dehumanized - fresh cannon fodder...

Meritorious horror
Perspicuous onslaught
Dehumanized - cannon fodder

Killing sanitized
Slaughter sanctified
Desensitized - to genocide

Reigning corpsepiles
Death regorged

Sousing bloodbath
Carnage forged...

In the cold, callous dignity of the mass grave...

Multiferocious carnage
Cruel, mendacious creed
Sublime, murderous bloodbath
Of fiscal atrocities

Inexorable mettle in redolent consomme
An opprobious crucible of molten human waste...

Priapismic deathpiles
Infinitely regorged
The smelting butchery
Of the carnal forge

Desensitized - to pragmatic murder
Dehumanized - into cannon fodder...
Sensual awakening
Numbing feeling's dead
Conception's romanticised
Synthesized broken heart's to bled

Without emotion you heartstring's played
Strummed and severed to the tune of a tragic serenade

Without emotion, your heartstrings break
Snapped and severed to the tune of a tragic, sad cliche

No love lost
When all is said and done
There's no love lost

The low cost of loving
Amorous travesty
Human frailties and weakness are easy prey
How your poor heart will bleed
Works of art, painted black
Magniloquent, bleeding dark
Monotonous palate, murky spectrum, grimly unlimited
Food for thought, so prolific
In contrasting shades, forcely fed
Abstraction, so choking, so provocative

A canvas to paint, to degenerate
Dark reflections - degeneration
A canvas to paint, to denigrate
Dark reflections, of dark foul light

Profound, aesthetic beauty
Or shaded, sensary corruption
Perceptions, shattered, splintered, mirroring
In deft taints, diluted, tinted
Spelt out, in impaired colour
Denigrating, going to paints to pain - not a pretty picture

Works of heart bleeding dark
Black, magniloquent art
Monotonous palate, murky spectrum, grimly unlimited
Prolific food for thought
Contrasting, fed with force
Abstraction, so choking, so provocative

Bleeding works of art
Seething work so dark
Seering words from the heart
I bow down your precious icon, deity of self suppression
This effigy of flesh, corporeal christi, nailed
In submission to this false idol, seeking deliverance
From this spiritual hierarchy, downward spiralling, a corrupt throne
Of repression and guilt

Our will be done
Thy kingdom burn

On my knees, before this tormented flesh, in irreverence
In communion with this parasitic host of virtuous divinity
This imperious creed bears testament to the failures of our morality
Righteous durance is our cross we bear in stations
In stations of the lost

Our will be done
Thy kingdom burn - thy kingdom burn
Our will be done

From your knees arise
By your own hand, your god you scribe
The earth shall inherit the meek
Your god is dead

Bound down, in God we're trussed, foul stature
Icons embodied in flesh, we nail
In servitude to deities fashioned in our self image
Shadows of eternal strife cast by those who serve
Serve a crown of pawns
Tearing down the walls
Breaching frontiers, unlocking the gates
To a new world disorder
A fresh balance of terror, the equilibrium of hate/
All flesh entwined, in the equality of pain

Archaic nescience unleashed
Entrenched, a bitter legacy
Tempered in mental scars
All flesh entwined in mortal equality

Tangled mortal coil

Twisted and warped
Tangled mortal coil
Prognathous gears grind
So diligent and serrated they mesh
Toothed cogs churn
So trechant, against soft flesh
Worked to the bone
Up to the hilt, depredated
Raw materialism
To stoke the furnaces
Toiling, rotting
Life slowly slips away
Consumed, inhumed
In this mechanized corruption line
By mincing machinery industrialised - pulped and pulverised
Enslaved to the grind

Blood, sweat, toil, tears
Arbeit macht frei/fleisch

-Grave to the grind

Inimitable gears twist
To churn a living grave
Stainless cogs shredding
Scathing pistons bludgeon and flail
Stripping to the bone
Retund mandrels levigate
Just raw material
Your pound of flesh for the suzerain
Toiling, rotting
Life slowly dissipates
Consumed, inhumed
In a corruption line, mechanized
By mincing machinery, industrialized - crunched and brutalised
-A grave to the blind
Parched with thirst our cup overfloweth
With the crimson milk of human blindness
In charnel towers of ivory besieged
The bones of subjugation are picked clean
In barren decadence, tears are the only affluence
Welling eyes are indifferent, as the blind bleed

Blood and tear - out damn spot out
The fruits of perpetual decay
Pouring the salts in open wounds - out damn spot out
The scars remain, will stay perpetual decay

Bloody hands never wash clean
Abject misery to bleed
Decadence to feed
Out damn spot out

Parched with thirst how the other half die
Void of compassion our cup runs dry
With a silver spoon born to dig communal graves
The only consecration, the economics of pain
In barren decadence, tears are the fuel of affluence
Wells of blood run diffluent, a bitter harvest to reap...
A play on words, or words on play
Last chapter, verse in the final act
Words well scripted, each sentence choking
Inaudible gag, blanket which suffocates
As you eat another's words
Malnourished, you starve

Silence has a definition
Vocabulary of muted diction
Precise thought to miscomprehend
Ambiguity in high resolution
Articulate expletive fiction
Open to misinterpretation - so precise
(Silence has a definition
A vocabulary of muted diction
Articulate, expletive)

Condensed meaning, making no sense
Open mouth the lines
In stressed expression, understand the silence
The piercing calm, sour music to your ears
As you regurgitate another's words
In their shallowness you drown

A play on words, making no sense

Which makes no sense
Which makes nonsense
A grim myriad, a grey kaleidoscope, sterile, contrasting
Born and die, institutionalised, a bleak epitaph, an apalogue so sad

Cross indexed, cross dissected
Cross referenced, contabescence
Cross indexed, cross bisected
Cross referenced, certificate of death/certified dead

Machine coded, reduced to hard memory, in a data base
Digitalised, statistical obituary, your only legacy, your final resting place
THE THREADS OF GLOBAL FABRIC ARE UNITED,
THE ROLE OF THE WESTERN FREE WORLD IS IN DECLINE,
STILL FREE TO CONSUME, FREE TO BREATHE,
FREE TO EXIST, FREE TO DREAM, YOUR LIFE OF DREAMS,

KEEP ON ROTTING, KEEP ON ROTTING, KEEP ON HOPING, DREAMING, ONE DAY MAYBE,
KEEP ON ROTTING, KEEP ON HOPING, WHILST IN THE REAL WORLD YOU...

CONSUMER OR CONSUMED, YOUR LIFE IS CHEAP,
ECONOMIC SALVATION IN SWEATSHOPS RETURNED FROM THE EAST,
DESPAIR THE ONLY QUALITY OF STRIFE,
A REASON FOR EXISTENCE IF YOU CAN AFFORD THE PRICE,
IF YOUR PRICE IS RIGHT,

KEEP ON ROTTING, KEEP ON HOPING, KEEP ON DREAMING, ONE DAY MAYBE,
KEEP ON ROTTING, KEEP ON HOPING, KEEP ON DREAMING,
WHILST IN THE REAL WORLD YOU...
KEEP ON ROTTING, KEEP ON HOPING, KEEP ON DREAMING, ONE DAY MAYBE,
KEEP ON ROTTING, KEEP ON HOPING, KEEP ON DREAMING,
WHILST IN THE REAL WORLD YOU...
...ROT!!!!!
YOUR KINGDOM IS OF EMPTINESS,
INVISIBLE EMPIRE OF ILLUSION,
THERE'S NO MAJESTY IN YOUR EMPTY WORDS,
YOUR IDEOLOGY - SELF DELUSION,
REVISIONISM IS THE FUTURE,
SO LET'S HAIL THE SAME OLD DAWN,
KNEEL BEFORE THE SAME OLD ORDER,
YOU'RE NO KINGS - ONLY PAWNS,

YOU'RE WAITING FOR TOMORROW, WELL TOMORROW NEVER COMES,
HA, YOU'RE WAITING FOR YOUR NEW DAWN, SO SAD TO SAY THERE ISN'T ONE,
BECAUSE, (YOU FOOLS) TOMORROW BELONGS TO NOBODY,

TOMORROW - BELONGS TO NOBODY
BLACK STAR, JEWEL OF THE NIGHT,
BLACK STAR, BURNING BRIGHT,
MAGNIFICENT SUN, A BEACON BURNING,
FIVE POINTED COAL, A GUIDE ETERNAL,
BLACK STAR, FIVE POINTED COAL,
BLACK STAR, THE COSMIC SOUL,
SHINING OPAQUE, CELESTIAL FURNACE,
GLITTERING DARK, A SUN IN MOURNING,

BLACK STAR, WHERE LIGHT NEVER SHINES,
BLACK STAR WON'T YOU BE MY GUIDE?
A DEAD SUN FOR WHERE THE LIGHT NEVER SHINES,

SHINE ON...
TWINKLE, TWINKLE BLACK STAR,
SHINE ON...

BLACK STAR, DARKEN THE SKIES,
FOREVER BURN, NEVER TO DIE,
AN EBONY FLAME, A SUN INFERNAL,
NEMESIS OF THE NIGHT, MY OWN DARK ANGEL,
BLACK STAR, JEWEL OF THE NIGHT,
BLACK STAR, SO CRUEL, SO BRIGHT,
A GLORIOUS SUN, WITH WARMTH SO HEALING,
GLITTERING DARK, A SUN IN MOURNING,

BLACK STAR, WHERE LIGHT NEVER SHINES,
BLACK STAR WON'T YOU BE MY GUIDE?
A DEAD SUN FOR WHERE THE LIGHT NEVER SHINES,

SHINE ON...
TWINKLE, TWINKLE BLACK STAR,
SHINE ON... BLACK STAR
YEAH, CROSS MY HEART AND HOPE TO DIE,
IT WILL ONLY END IN TEARS, EYE FOR AN EYE,
FOR AN EYE,
IF BEAUTY IS ONLY SKIN DEEP,
THEN THANKFULLY I AM BLIND,
CROSS MY HEART AND HOPE TO DIE,

CROSS MY HEART, COME CROSS THE LINE,
WON'T YOU BE MINE, MY BLOODY VALENTINE?
PUT ME ON A PEDESTAL, I'LL PUT YOU ON A SLAB !!!!!
CROSS MY HEART AND HOPE TO DIE,
COME, LET'S CROSS THE LINE,
THERE'S A FINE LINE, BETWEEN LOVE AND HATE,
LET'S TEAR IT APART,

CROSS MY HEART, AND HOPE TO DIE,
CROSS MY HEART, COME LET'S CROSS THE LINE,

TIME IS NO GREAT HEALER, QUICKLY THE SENSES NUMB,
COME CROSS MY HEART, VOID AND NULL,
LOVE IS A WEAKNESS, LUST CONQUERS ALL,
CROSS MY HEART AND HOPE TO DIE,
WHERE DO WE DRAW THE LINE?

THERE'S A FINE LINE, BETWEEN LOVE AND HATE,
LET'S TEAR IT IN TWO,

CROSS MY HEART, AND HOPE TO DIE,
CROSS MY HEART, COME LET'S CROSS THE LINE,

LET'S TEAR IT APART.
RAISED IN A NURSERY OF RUMBLING BRICK,
RUSTED IRON, CRACKED STONE AND STEEL,
NURTURED IN A BARREN CONCRETE CRIB,
IN A PLAYGROUND OF GREY, YOUR FATE IS SEALED,
AGAINST A BACK DROP OF DRAB, COLD CORROSION,
WE LEARN TO DANCE, LOVE, SING AND PLAY,
RAZOR WIRE THE STRUNG UMBILICAL CORD,
IN AN UNSTERILE WOMB OF URBAN DECAY,

LET ME TAKE YOU DOWN,
AS I'M GOING TOO,

PLAY HARD - LIKE CHILD'S PLAY,
PLAYING ROUGH - AFTER ALL IT'S ONLY A GAME,

NOW, REDEVELOPMENT LIES IN RUINS,
AS GUTTED SLUMS ARE SOWN,
ENVELOPING, SMOTHERING SQUALOR,
THIS DERELICTION GROWS,
OUTSIDE IT IS NOW COLD AND DARK,
ONLY DESOLATION, DARKNESS AND GLOOM,
NOT A FAR CRY FROM A TORTURED CAT,
YOUR CITIES WILL BECOME YOUR TOMBS,

LET ME TAKE YOU DOWN,
AS I'M GOING TOO,

PLAY HARD - LIKE CHILD'S PLAY,
PLAYING ROUGH - AFTER ALL IT'S ONLY A GAME,
DON'T CLAIM TO BE A PROPHET,
DON'T CLAIM TO READ THE STARS,
BUT I CAN SEE A FUTURE,
MAPPED OUT IN SCARS,
LOOK TO THE SKIES,
KEEP PRAYING TO YOUR GODS,
YOUR ONLY SALVATION,
WILL COME IN THE SHAPE OF THE BOMB,

NO CLOCKWORK ORANGE,
THE DOOM WATCH TICKS,
THERE'S NO SECOND COMING,
ONLY FINAL CONFLICT,
BLIND PESSIMISM?
ONLY TIME WILL TELL,
THE COLD HARD REALITY,
IS THAT THIS WORLD HAS GONE TO HELL,

AND THIS IS WHERE I BELONG,
IN MY ROOM ONE ZERO ONE,
AS I SIT HERE ALL ALONE,
IN MY OWN PRIVATE YEAR ZERO,

THESE NUMBERS BRANDED,
EMBEDDED IN THE MIND,
HOW CAN YOU HERALD A FUTURE,
WHEN IT'S ALREADY ARRIVED?
KEEP LOOKING TO THE SKIES,
KEEP WAITING FOR YOUR LORD,
YOU FOOLS THERE'S NO SECOND COMING,
TO REDEEM YOU ALL,

AND THIS IS WHERE I BELONG,
IN MY ROOM ONE ZERO ONE,
AS I SIT HERE ALL ALONE,
IN MY OWN PRIVATE YEAR ZERO,

DON'T CLAIM TO BE A PROPHET,
DON'T CLAIM TO SIGHT THE STARS,
BUT I CAN READ THE FUTURE,
IN ANGUISHED MENTAL SCARS,
I HAVE NO FAITH,
IN ANYTHING THAT YOU HOLD DEAR,
THE FUTURE IS OURS,
ONLY IN SWEAT AND TEARS,
AND THIS IS WHERE I BELONG,
IN MY ROOM ONE ZERO ONE,
AS I SIT HERE ALL ALONE,
IN MY OWN PRIVATE YEAR ZERO
DON'T WANT YOUR NUMBER,
DON'T WANT YOUR NAME,
DON'T WANT YOUR COLOUR...
DON'T WANT YOUR POLITICS,
DON'T WANT YOUR CAUSE,
DON'T BELIEVE WHAT YOU BELIEVE,
DON'T WANT TO WEAR YOUR EMBLEM
DON'T WANT YOUR CULT OR SECT,
DON'T WANT YOUR FAITH,
DON'T WANT YOUR RESPECT,
DON'T WANT YOUR LOVE,
DON'T WANT YOUR PRAISE,
DON'T WANT YOUR STUPID FASHION,
DON'T WANT YOUR PHASE,

POLARISED - TELL ME WHAT COLOURS DO YOU WEAR?
YOUR BELIEFS, POLARISED,
I JUST DON'T CARE FOR WHAT YOU CARE.

I JUST DON'T CARE FOR WHAT YOU CARE.
LOST FOREVER,
A WHOLE GENERATION OF PATHETIC LOST SOULS,
WITH NO MEANING NO DEPTH,
THEY'RE ALREADY DEAD, BEFORE IT GETS OLD,
ANONYMOUS, BLANK,
NO INDIVIDUALITY, UNIFORMED,
A WHOLESALE,
BLANKET IDENTITY, FROM THE DAY THAT THEY'RE BORN,
- ANOTHER GENERATION TO MOURN,

WHAT CHOICE FOR A NEW GENERATION?
ANOTHER GENERATION UNDER SEDATION,

FLOCKING LIKE SHEEP,
THE INSTINCTUAL HERD, AS FASHION DICTATES,
PRIMITIVELY SEDUCED,
COMMONLY REDUCED, RESIGNED TO THEIR FATE,
ANOTHER USELESS,
FACELESS DEGENERATION,
LIKE THE ONE WHICH PRECEDES,
ACKNOWLEDGING,
A BLEAK EXISTENCE, TO BE SPENT ON IT'S KNEES,
- THE PATTERN IT SEEDS,

WHAT CHOICE FOR A NEW GENERATION,
ANOTHER GENERATION UNDER SEDATION,

GENERATION HEXED,
JUST ANOTHER USELESS GENERATION
... HEXED

TRAPPED TOGETHER,
ANOTHER WASTED GENERATION IS SOLD,
WITH NO MEANING, NO DEPTH,
THEY'RE THERE TO BE BLED,
NEVER BREAKING THE MOULD,
ANONYMOUS, BLANK,
NO INDIVIDUALITY, MISINFORMED,
A WHOLESALE,
BLINKERED NON-ENTITY, ON IT'S KNEES BORN,
- ANOTHER GENERATION TO SCORN,

WHAT CHOICE FOR A NEW GENERATION?
ANOTHER GENERATION UNDER SEDATION,

SELF SUPPRESSED,
GENERATION VEXED,
HA, SELF OPPRESSED,
JUST ANOTHER GENERATION HEXED,

WHAT CHOICE FOR A NEW GENERATION?
A GENERATION VEXED,
STILL NO CHOICE FOR A NEW GENERATION,
JUST ANOTHER GENERATION UNDER SEDATION,

GENERATION HEXED,
JUST ANOTHER USELESS GENERATION,
GENERATION HEXED,
JUST ANOTHER WASTED GENERATION,
... HEXED
FIRMHAND, IRON FIST, AN ARDENT DEXTEROUS WEEDING PROCESS,
OVERLORD WITH A STRONG GRIP, VIRAL CONTAINMENT, A HARVESTING GRID,

FIRMHAND - UNNATURAL SELECTION IS APPLIED
FIRMHAND - THE FINAL SOLUTION, EUGENOCIDE,

HATE IS THE LAW, LOVE UNDER WILL,
HATE IS THEIR LAW, LOVE UNDER WILL,

TRANSFUSING, CONTAGION BREEDS,
MULTI-CULTURED EPIDEMIC IS RELEASED,
HELD FIRM, CRUSHING GRASP,
A PAINSTAKING, CALLOUS, ARDUOUS TASK,

FIRMHAND - INDISCRIMINATE SELECTION IS APPLIED
FIRMHAND - THE FINAL SOLUTION, EUGENOCIDE,

HATE IS THE LAW, LOVE UNDER WILL,
HATE IS THEIR LAW, LOVE UNDER WILL,

WITH SLIGHT OF THEIR FIRMHAND,
AND DEVIANCY IS CLEANSED,

HATE IS THE LAW, LOVE UNDER WILL,
HATE IS THEIR LAW, LOVE UNDER WILL,

WITH SLIGHT OF THEIR FIRMHAND,
WITH THE MIGHT OF THEIR FIRMHAND,
WITH SLIGHT OF THEIR FIRMHAND,
AND DEVIANCY IS CLEANSED
HANDS IN ANOTHER'S POCKET,
THE BED THEY MAKE,
IS NOT THE ONE IN WHICH THEY LIE,
THE SAME OLD FACES,
THE SAME OLD ESTABLISHMENT,
THE SAME OLD LIES,
CROSS YOUR "X",
IT'S YOUR ONLY VOICE,
DO AS YOU'RE TOLD,
DON'T ROCK THE BOAT,
AND BUY WHAT YOU'RE SOLD,

BELIEVE THE LIE,
THE LINE THAT YOU TOE,
DOING FINE,
IF YOU JUST DO AS YOU'RE TOLD,

NO DISSIDENT VOICES,
THE FACES MERGE,
ARE ONE, ABSOLUTE,
A COMFORTABLE, PRIVILEGED,
WHITE OVER BELLY,
REVOLUTION,
NO THREAT, NO CHANGE,
NO GAIN, JUST PAIN,
THE SAME OLD SCHEME,
NO HOPE, NO CHOICE,
NO FUTURE, NO VOICE,
THIS IS NO PIPE DREAM,
ALL IS NOT WHAT IT SEEMS,

BELIEVE THE LIE,
THE LINE THAT YOU TOE,
YOU'LL DO JUST FINE,
IF YOU JUST DO AS YOU'RE TOLD,
YOU BELIEVE THE LIE,
THE LINE THAT YOU TOE,
DOING FINE,
IF YOU JUST DO AS YOU'RE TOLD,
IS THIS ROCK'N'ROLL OR A FORM OF STATE CONTROL?

IS THIS REALLY ROCK'N'ROLL?
OR A FORM OF STATE CONTROL?
YOU SHOULD NEVER TAKE TOO LITERALLY WHAT YOU READ,
MISINFORMATION, DISTORTION, MAKE BELIEF,
FABRICATIONS, HALF TRUTHS IMPLIED,
MISQUOTATIONS, OUT OF CONTEXT AND LIES,

"I PROMISE TO TELL THE TRUTH,
THE WHOLE TRUTH AND NOTHING BUT..."

LIES - YOU BELIEVE THEM ALL,
LIES - YOU SWALLOW THEM WHOLE,
LIES, LIES, HALF TRUTHS MISINFORMATION AND...
LIES - YOU BELIEVE THEM ALL,
LIES - YOU SWALLOW THEM WHOLE,
LIES, LIES, HALF TRUTHS MISINFORMATION AND...
... LIES,

FACT AND FANTASY UNITED AS ONE,
REAL POWER STEMS FROM THE BARREL OF A PEN,
LIVING MEMORY CAN EASILY BE ERASED,
THE PEN IS MIGHTIER THAN THE SWORD,
YET WITH NO BLADE,

"I PROMISE TO TELL THE TRUTH,
THE WHOLE TRUTH AND NOTHING BUT..."

LIES - YOU BELIEVE THEM ALL,
LIES - YOU SWALLOW THEM WHOLE,
LIES, LIES, HALF TRUTHS MISINFORMATION AND...
LIES - YOU BELIEVE THEM ALL,
LIES - YOU SWALLOW THEM WHOLE,
LIES, LIES, HALF TRUTHS MISINFORMATION AND...
SOME PEOPLE AREN'T CUT OUT TO BE SAINTS,
AND SINCE I WAS BORN IN ORIGINAL SIN,
HEDONISM HAS A CERTAIN ATTRACTION,
I THINK I'LL CUT THE CRAP, CUT OUT THE MIDDLE MAN,

AND GO TO HELL,
I'VE SOLD MY SOUL, SO WHEN MY BODY GOES COLD,
I'LL GO STRAIGHT TO HELL,
GO TO HELL,
WON'T YOU BE TOLD?
I'VE SOLD MY SOUL,
GO STRAIGHT TO HELL

YOUR PARADISE DOESN'T SOUND TOO FETCHING,
IT'S NOT ONLY YOUR SOULS WHICH MUST BE LOST,
"HELL IS OTHER PEOPLE",
YEAH, TOO RIGHT, MY HELL IS YOU,

THE SINS OF THE FLESH SOUND SO APPEALING,
SO LET ME WALLOW IN MY GUILT,
YOUR HELL WILL BE MY HEAVEN,
SO LET'S TURN UP THE HEAT, LET ETERNITY BEGIN,

AND GO TO HELL,
I'VE SOLD MY SOUL, SO WHEN MY BODY GOES COLD,
I'LL GO STRAIGHT TO HELL,
C'MON,
LET'S GO TO HELL,
WON'T YOU BE TOLD?
I'VE SOLD MY SOUL,
GO STRAIGHT TO HELL,

LET'S BURN IN THE FLAMES, YEAH!!!!