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Stomach muscles cramp
A churn in my bowels
Sweating through my clothes
Chilled to the bone
Ripped from the throne
And thrown to the floor
Crawling to the seat
While the plastic’s still warm
From my holes
Filth I purge
Wet and dripping
Gave my all
I’m still retching
Laying in my bed
Bucket by my side
The smell in the air
Like someone just died
Stomach contents emptied
Through more than one hole
Once every year
This sickness takes hold
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Made up words
Sound like gore
Made up words
Throats are sore
Blood-soaked microphone
Ears are blown, vocals shredded
Pounding head, nearly dead
Split is done, never again
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Your lack of conviction
Carries over to your press run
It's easy to achieve
With no real commitment
With no product to sell
You can move onto the next
Piling up shit
Without building debt
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With the poorest of judgement you pick out your art
The suffering of humans to you is a farce
Your 70th release in just under six months
At this point you don’t even try
Grosser than gross, more stupid than most
Your sanity comes into question
You’re more mentally ill than sicker than fuck
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Churning out releases day after day
No lyrics or structure to get in the way
Let the pitch shifter do all the work
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Building up an atmosphere
For creepy fucking, stupid fucking gore
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Never miss a shower
You brush your fucking teeth
You say you love the filth
But you’re living fucking clean
Your songs are filled with bloody things
Shit and puke and piss
When you’re faced with it in life
You’re as poser as it gets
What makes you think that shit is fucking cool?
Rehearsal tapes and patches are for fools
When’s the last time someone took a shit on your chest?
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The worse the recording
The better it sounds
Take those guitars
And drop them down (syndrome)
Precision and practice
Toss those aside
Effects and distortion
We choose to rely
Bad quality brutality
Shit it out quick
Make it fucking sick
The worse the recording
The better it sounds
A bunch of fucking lyrics
You can’t understand
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Staring through the gates of Necropolis
The dead rise to receive me
Carrying me to the darkness
With no hope, I follow the call
Beyond the gates of necropolis
Conjuring the oath of death
Entering the eternal fire
The flames burn my soul
Dying by the power of evil
Sacrifices to the evil one
Staring through the gates of Necropolis
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Guro - Cannibals
01:31
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Living in the most primitive form
Humans uncivilized practice sacrifices
Without mercy, they consume their living victims
Cannibals – eating your flesh
Cannibals – drinking your blood
You can try to escape, but will fail
They will get you back
You gonna suffer
Cutting your flesh
Your blood will be spill
And death will be your end
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Guro - Daughter of Satan
01:45
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Starting the ritual of evil, with a knife from a strange
The daughter of Satan makes the pact with blood
Alucarda – Call them! Call them! Call them!
They took Justine, the nuns done the exorcism
The church starts to burn, keep Christ in torment
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