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This is a slaughter of unparalleled magnitude
born into the meat grinder
standing at the edge of the concrete
I hear my brothers suffocating
waist deep in the entrails of the beings that I once called friends
The stench is foul enough to make me retch
gagging up as the blood hits my face
our enslavers have their conscious set to kill
the knife is drawn across my throat
again and again and again and again
The gun it touches my forehead
again and again and again and again
I'm living in a tomb of shit
My wounds are red and green and gray and my stomachs split
raped and beaten battered carved and mutilated
nowhere to run I'm heading for the death pit
trapped inside a cage with the corpses
legs broke I'm alone with the voices
I watched helplessly as the saw cuts bodies bleeding and contorted
beaten on the head with a lead pipe
Still alive my body thrown into the trash pile
This is a slaughter of unparalleled magnitude
The likes of which no one creature has seen before
the knife is drawn across my throat
again and again and again and again
The gun it touches my forehead
again and again and again and again
We're born
born into the meat grinder
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Sick
04:10
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With heavy breath and a tired head
His arrival is upon us once again
When every day is the longest day I've had to live
known to me it'll crush me until I break
The test is relentless
The adversity endless
The path to haven doesn't ease
we just learn to cope
A taller building or a tigher noose
dread and terror just a daily occurence
pray for me and it'll make you feel better
pray for myself and it'll make me a liar
I'm hanging at the end of the rope
I'm hanging at the end of the rope
Im so fucking sick of this
sick sick, so fucking sick
Im so fucking sick of this
Don't you know we share the same composition
but my mind is on fire
Don't you think that I've suffered enough
Pull me under cos you're
fucking coming with me
Pull me under cos you're
fucking coming with me
Each breath a dagger and I'm sick to the core
My scars are bleeding and yet still I'm standing
Take what's inside me
And strip me bare
Sympathetic exhaustion
because I'm sick
because I'm sick
because I'm sick
Dazing the broken is a finite solution
Here's a toast to the unrepareable
Pick up the pieces with my crippled hands once again
If this doesn’t end me
I fucking will
I'm hanging at the end of the rope
I'm hanging at the end of the rope
Im so fucking sick of this
sick sick, so fucking sick
Im so fucking sick of this
If this doesn’t end me
I fucking will
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3. |
Bodies Upon Bodies
03:44
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bodies upon bodies
upon bodies
upon bodies
upon bodies
March
Marching forward with our eyes wide shut
How many dead will it take before we forced them open
Ignorance is no longer any excuse
The blood will be on your hands
You're a goddamn disgrace for the pain you’ll bring upon us all
weaponise the protests
disperse the crowds
give authority the power to destroy our illusion of democracy
criminalize our protests
Come friendly bombs
By the time you're dead we'll be begging for fallout
bodies upon bodies
This is how the violence starts
bodies upon bodies
A non peaceful protest
bodies upon bodies
This is how the violence starts
bodies upon bodies
We are how the violence starts
The house of vapid showmanship and lies
How many dead will it take before we shut you up
Progress is diminished when division is encouraged
and not resisted
Rest prejudice aside and wake the fuck up before you kill us all
weaponise the protests
disperse the crowds
give authority the power to destroy our illusion of democracy
criminalize our protests
Come friendly bombs
By the time you're dead we'll be begging for fallout
bodies upon bodies
This is how the violence starts
bodies upon bodies
A non peaceful protest
bodies upon bodies
This is how the violence starts
bodies upon bodies
We are how the violence starts
This is how the violence starts
This is how the violence starts
The Earth they inherit
Won’t care for your profits
Burning the ground we walk on
Pull your heads out the sand
And hear their demands
Fucking parasites
weaponise the protests
disperse the crowds
give authority the power to destroy our illusion of democracy
criminalize our protests
Come friendly bombs
By the time you're dead we'll be begging for fallout
bodies upon bodies
This is how the violence starts
bodies upon bodies
A non peaceful protest
bodies upon bodies
This is how the violence starts
bodies upon bodies
We are how the violence starts
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Swallowing Nails
04:12
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One by one by one by one I'm swallowing nails
the acid coats my throat and burns away my tongue
Recoil as the metal it enters my bloodstream
added to the list of things that could kill me
mandatory anesthesia
Chemical symptom management
Artificial emotion
dehumanising
Hell
stand before the firing squad
Beg
begging for the pain to end
Pain
This isn't life It's just existing
watch me cock the hammer and pull the trigger
x2
One by one by one I'm swallowing needles
Blood extraction, revealed red
As expected it's, all in your head
Don't you think we'd be, better off dead
Snap out of your disposition
Dragging the whole world down
We're running out of ways to cope with
your pessimistic lies
Hell
stand before the firing squad
Beg
begging for the pain to end
Pain
This isn't life It's just existing
watch me cock the hammer and pull the trigger
x2
breakdown
I want to carve out my own fucking head
I can feel razor blades inside my chest
I’m so addicted to the goddamn poison
Will you give me a motherfucking break
I’ve a desire for self destruction
There is nothing left for me
So throw me in the ground
And pour the fucking dirt on me
Hell
stand before the firing squad
Beg
begging for the pain to end
Pain
This isn't life It's just existing
watch me cock the hammer and pull the trigger
x2
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5. |
Dead Flesh
04:13
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We will consume the carcass
The desecration of their souls
we will consume the dead flesh
I AM THE BUTCHER
these walls crawl and pulse with an unsetteling distortion
it's matched only with images put inside my head
The withering concept of mortality
I am the butcher of the so called sacraed flesh
[Dead flesh, Dead flesh]
the temptation of a vile sin
[dead flesh, dead flesh]
The consumption of the living
The pulsing sound of a million maggots
[Dead flesh, Dead flesh]
watch them desecrates my corpse
Coarsing through the psyche and norms of society
we drew the short straw
we all drew the fucking short straw
you are the sacrafice and you'll never walk the earth again
Bow out now because you're fucked dead or living
[Dead flesh, Dead flesh]
the temptation of a vile sin
[dead flesh, dead flesh]
The consumption of the living
[dead flesh, dead flesh]
The pulsing sound of a million maggots
[dead flesh, dead flesh]
watch them desecrates my corpse
we are the cannibals
tearing death limb from limb
we are the cannibals
mutilate, desecrate
we are the cannibals
tearing death limb from limb
we are the cannibals
mutilate, desecrate
[Dead flesh, Dead flesh]
the temptation of a vile sin
[dead flesh, dead flesh]
The consumption of the living
[dead flesh, dead flesh]
The pulsing sound of a million maggots
[dead flesh, dead flesh]
watch them desecrates my corpse
I AM THE BUTCHER
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Dead Flesh Stevenage, UK
Blastbeats and breakdowns.
Deathcore with depression.
Highlighting the horrors of modern society through disgusting music
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