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Generation Hexed
(Music: Steer). (Lyrics: Walker). Lost forever. A whole generation of pathetic lost souls. With no meaning no depth. They're already dead, before it gets old.
Frenzied Detruncation
Limb from limb.... Curled glands.... Hacked giblets.... Stumps for hands.... . Limb from bloody limb. . Ruptured spleen.... Rancid loin.... Shattered ribs....
Forensic Clinicism / The Sanguine Article
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,.
Foeticide
Plugged into the socket. Leads attached to twisting skin. Ignite the squirming foetus. To dissolve it from within. . The uterus aspirated...foeticide.
Firmhand
(Music: Steer). (Lyrics: Walker). Firmhand, iron fist, an ardent dexterous weeding process. Overlord with a strong grip, viral containment, a harvesting grid.
Festerday
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.
Fermenting Innards
Your pulverized torso languishes in it's pool of pus. Minced, cancerous viscera, gore seeps from the guts. My fetid fetish is to excavate the moulding rot.
Feast On Dismembered Carnage
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.
Exhume To Consume
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.
Excreted Alive
Eaten aliveMunched into pulp. Premature necropsy. Comes closer with each gulp. . Brain not fully deadDecrepit splattered libs. Mass ensanguined spasms.
Excoriating Abdominal Emanation
Vilely I defile, chastise, humiliate. Writhing, agonized as I violate to impregnate. With lathering soaps and suds I slowly enemize. Innards gurgulate as they're sickly baptised....
Ever Increasing Circles
Round and round we go. Like a merry-go-round out of control. The same old tune, the same old song. Again, again and again. . Round and round we go. When will it stop, nobody knows.
Empathological Necroticism
Bloodied, torn and twisted. Severe mutilation is all that remains. Stagnation in shrink-wrap. Empty the contents onto the mortuary slab.... The morbid, muted body.
Empathological Necriticism
Bloodied, torn and twisted. Severe mutilation is all that remains. Stagnation in shrink-wrap. Empty the contents onto the mortuary slab.... . The morbid, muted body.
Emotional Flatline
An emotional void, a cold empty shell. Embittered husk, a heart of darkness. Trace weak pulse, vascular eclipse. Numbed and sapped, emotional paralysis.
Embryonic Necropsy And Devourment
...Aborted gestation...foetal mutilation.... ...Abortive secretions..embryonic fermentation.... Your crotch spawning afterbirth. A congealing sprog basted in cess.
Embodiment
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.
Edge Of Darkness [radio One Version]
A rising bleak dawn, a permanent sunset. On the human condition, a boot perpetually treads. Illumination snuffed forwards on time will march. Holding as a mirror condemning to repeat the past.
Edge Of Darkness
A rising bleak dawn, a permanent sunset. On the human condition, a boot perpetually treads. Illumination snuffed forwards on time will march. Holding as a mirror condemning to repeat the past.
Don't Believe A Word
You should never take too literally what you read. Misinformation, distortion, make belief. Fabrications, half truths implied. Misquotations, out of context and lies.
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