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Gored Into Reality
07:28
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They’re unaware of me
Why do I feel nothing
For my fellow humans
Something is wrong
This must be done
Smell of cooking offal
Entrails are spilling out
Another spear through the ribs
I hesitate, lungs separate
There’s no more air to breath within this misery
Lifelong of torturing no longer do I feel anything
The gore is all I know
Oceans red swirl around my head
Still finding pleasure in this victims last breath
Doubt is never in my mind, disdain for all of humankind
Bathing in a pool of my own blood
How quickly it went all wrong, Maybe I had it wrong?
Defeated by my arrogance and rage, I lay here all alone in the mess I made
Decay now overcomes me
This is my home
Where I belong
My stench is of bile and rot
There’s no more air for me
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I watch them burst as they hit the ground
Under my hooves their organs spill out
Dried blood, forms a halo upon my head
The will of nature beckons their death
Against the wall lights flash before my eyes
Fail to control when once believed you were wise
Your only choice is to break to this force
Head ripped off, back in the soil, now add your worth
This slow decay of my body
I no longer recognize this destruction I’ve become
A broken throne I lay my head upon
The weight of vengeance on my emulsified form
I’m growing older in this aging skin
I thought I’d live forever though in the end nature’s order always wins
I grieve for a life I never had
My body fails me now in my body bag
The heads explode as they’re all stomped out
Dried up husks, entrails laid out
When you fail to recognize
Your god is not above, but before your eyes
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Quantumcreep
09:00
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Another life, another wife to take
So much time wasted if I hesitate
Jumping through time as I violate
Al my voyeur, the linage of Beckett, will not be forgotten
Time means nothing to me
Usurping each man to achieve my end
Corrupting their lineage I will be their end
No pain is everlasting until you’re the last alive
In this torment of cold eternity hides the lie
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Shovel the dirt upon their face
In the ground their resting place
No one will ever find them
No mistakes were made
Precision refined, executing my role
Perfectly silent each one their hole
In the dark I find
the peace that lies beyond
Release my will onto this world
I am hollow, inside I’m cold
I know no pain, they join the earth
Forever to rot for my own worth
Like a black hole I consume
Without conscience or remorse
Give me what I want
Forces greater than you know
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This Decay of Me
10:35
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Lies and deceit fill every crack I find
This slow disease of my body and mind
Rotting my worth away
Decomposition, there is no meaning to my life at all
I disintegrate to feed the soil
I am carrion take me away
Consume my worth
Live no more days
Each of us suffers alone
Each one’s death their own
I reach to the sun no more
I’ve found peace in this world in my hole
This decay of me no hope
No more pain in life my goal
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Wrektomb
Nick Krostoff – Maestro of Misery
Dieter Itis – Beats of Dread
Vera Kätzin– Death and Resurrection
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