The Sixth Day Of Sodom: Boston Hardcore Caligula

The Seventh Day Of Sodom: Fantasizing Hydrahead

Boston hardcore closes its unsigned eyes. and pretends it's Aaron and Mark. sucking their fucking dicks..

The Second Day Of Sodom: Distortion In Eden

The Ninth Day Of Sodom: Holiday Bowl Full Of Asshole

Lamb chop placed across the ass crack of. the sweet Virgin Mary..

The Need For Better Body Armour

Impulses to self-destruction. the need for better body armor. is ever increasing.. Shooting blindly into the crowd..

The Fourth Day Of Sodom: Snaking Adams Black Apple

Snake coils around a piece of shit stuck in. the colon of an old roman..

The First Day Of Sodom: Pussy Hair Prayer Rug

Trading pussy heaven. Up for immaculate conception.

The Fifth Day Of Sodom: Like A Cretin On Christmas Eve

Blackbeard the Santa tosses the old. roman a Greek salad..

The Fatter You Fall Behind

Walking a ho stroll. Getting dumber faster. The fatter you fall behind. Tripping on saggy tits. Protein diet and dick.

The Fag Vs The Indian

Fuckin' fag, kill 'em. Kill the fuckin' Indian.

The Eleventh Day Of Sodom: Passing Blunts And Cunts At Relapse

We all take a turn,. Matt Jacobson blows a peanut..

The Eighth Day Of Sodom: Lamb Of The Rotisserie God

The Big Fuck You

This song's to commemorate. My glorious return to feeling like shit. . So fuck you, beautiful, fuck you, sexy. What are you so fucking happy about?. Fuck off.

The Artificial Religioous Experience

We can cut enemy communications. And cook internal organs. It feels like Jesus Christ. Is touching my heart.

The Lines Of Suicide

My heartstrings cease to strain. I've acquired a taste for poisoned lips. Drank deep of this disease in me. Adored with prying eyes. Beneath a mask made of flesh and thorns.

The Darkest Red

I bleed this blasphemy, this sin that courses through my veins. It burns beneath the scars of my decay. This suffering, These fingers claw against my flesh. I pray for this touch that takes away my breath. I pray for death..

The Damned

Songs made of whispers silent screams. Like a choral of the dead needles. Prick the softest skin. And the breeze scream blood lust. . These eyes gazing over the hilltops burning red.

Traveller

In every living thing. In this planet has an aura. The area that you are discussing now. Is the aura of this planet. . It is the communicative channel to which.

Traveler

In every living thing. In this planet has an aura. The area that you are discussing now. Is the aura of this planet. . It is the communicative channel to which.

The Day Of Guyana