1. |
Colder By Day
03:44
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I only feel the rain,
I only see the storm.
For this world I no longer mourn.
We had it coming all along, let the corpses fucking drop.
I can’t help no one with both my middle fingers up.
Here I am left to rot away from everything I claimed to love.
Crows will only fly free in this land of mine,
Names fade away in the sands of time.
Suffer like I suffered as I walk away unturned.
Crush the ashes in my hand, my disgust confirmed.
Hate nailed me down on this throne,
I will never fail having a heart of stone.
The pain no longer cuts through marrow and bone.
No longer a helpless dog.
All shall hang from ropes.
In solitude I stray, and everything is grey.
At the end of this day.
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2. |
Scalprug
02:20
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Slitted with precision,
Ripped from the skull.
A stench fills the air,
Flayed alive in his lair.
A sadist pushed too far,
Irredeemable at most.
Master of the blade,
Peeler of the scalp with his eyes both closed.
Screams are dancing in the mist tonight,
His knife is shining cold in the white moonlight.
With an icy grip he holds the chin,
A victim left in shock after breaking the skin.
Blind rage quenching the thirst.
A shallow grave for the maimed.
Master of the blade,
Peeler of the scalp with his eyes both closed.
Bound and gagged you await your fate,
He makes you seek your passage through your motherfucking pain.
Sickness embodied, hewn from violence and hate.
One by one he had a scalp rug made!
Executioner spat up from hell!
Play Rick Astley, as I’m roasting your nuts on an open fire!
Honestly it’s sickening, I keep my knife blunt I get off on the ripping.
Slitted with precision.
Ripped from the skull.
A stench fills the air.
Flayed alive in his lair.
Sickness embodied, hewn from violence and hate.
And one by one he had a scalp rug made.
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3. |
Sterfbed
03:46
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All in darkness left to suffer.
All in darkness left to suffer.
You’ll die like cattle!
Awaited vengeance and the pain will reign,
The earth, it holds me cold.
With the sacrifices and the treachery are carving me.
Decaying!
Your hope has always rotted me.
The earth, it holds me cold.
Millions stood before me, now I stand alone.
Hope and dreams, they do not dwell here.
Hope and dreams, they do not dwell here.
All in darkness left to suffer.
All in darkness left to suffer.
A speck in the face of a relentless force, a fate that consumes all.
Madness takes control here, we don’t stand chance.
Ripped far apart from reality and death is a welcomed friend.
Hope and dreams do not dwell here.
Hope and dreams do not dwell here.
All in darkness.
Left to suffer
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4. |
Govern The Suffering
03:22
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She woke up to the smell of gasoline and burning hair.
Only to later realize you would feed off her despair.
Wrong time wrong place is all the fucking takes.
Wrong time wrong place is all it fucking takes.
Yes you are a predator but no more than a vulture.
No empathy, no fear, you choose to leech as a career.
On the dark days you’ll be waiting for your prey.
You want them fucking crippled because corpses never pay.
Sign this to save your case you said,
Before she even touched a hospital bed.
Almost time to sign your life away,
She thinks it through, and you say.
In those times you are wondering,
Let the thoughts go by.
In the times that your thoughts speak truth,
Fear not ignore its cry.
Now here you lay, and I will profit of this slut.
Now here you lay until your coffin slams shut.
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The pipes sing songs of my hatred tonight,
Stuck here to suffer.
The pipes sing songs of my hatred tonight,
Stuck here to suffer.
Like a goddamn animal I claw the walls inside,
And in my head I killed myself a million fucking times.
All I ever knew was this brazen hate.
I am not suicidal but I cannot seem to wait.
Pain and searing flesh in a motherfucking shell
I’m living this sickness in a skull sized hell.
I’m fucking anchored by flesh and bone.
Scorching fucking hate, a heart cold as stone.
Through the carapace they do not realize,
The unfolding hate and frustration in my eyes.
Stuck here to suffer.
Stuck here to suffer.
The carving is not sculpting me.
Unbearable wounds this curse is haunting me.
Marry a gun to the temple, fuck this misery.
I can’t wait for the silence, bring the end of me.
Pain and searing flesh in a motherfucking shell
I’m living this sickness in a skull sized hell.
I’m fucking anchored by flesh and bone.
Scorching fucking hate, a heart cold as stone.
Nothing is better than life,
Stuck here to suffer.
It’s in the smile of a broken man.
It’s in the wounds on a reaching hand.
It’s in a past we can’t forget.
A light in the dark that lonely stands.
Like a goddamn animal I claw the walls inside,
And in my head I killed myself a million fucking times.
All I ever knew was this brazen hate.
I am not suicidal but I cannot seem to wait.
Pain and searing flesh in a motherfucking shell
I’m living this sickness in a skull sized hell.
I’m fucking anchored by flesh and bone.
Scorching fucking hate, a heart cold as stone.
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