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AHMA LYRICS
"Meat Grinder" (2002 Demo)
1. Clinic
2. Tamagotchi Wolverine
3. The Melting of Asphalt
1. Clinic
operate, amputate, cut off slack flesh
feel cosy & warm, turn something less
w, t and o of blood sucking anguish
pleased to meet you, infectious fatwa
so what if you were fed with a silver spoon
waived past the line in waiting room
repeat after me: full body gangrene
oh bwana, jettisoned from boat aground
black death on special delivery
ebola trading company
we bring the final peace stretch
we deliver some bleeding edge
[ retrospectus abortus clinicus ]
cleanse six billion homo couch potatos
swiss cheese like body alterations
lead headed bullets, myrrh and gold
yeah, surgeon general's harmageddon pill
you knew this wasn't a test, right?
they never told you this wasn't a test?
black death on special delivery
ebola trading company
we bring the final peace stretch
we deliver some bleeding edge
[ retrospectus abortus clinicus ]
2. Tamagotchi Wolverine
salt lake city 1996
god damn the heat, god damn the luck
see, highway patrol in six a clock
while I'm getting the fix on red sofa
of devil's limousine
this doesn't bode well at all
no shit
overtime in a coal mine
tamagotchi wolverine
two black eyes of 18 gauge
waiting to speak, waiting to have a say
hay fever, big sneeze, finger slip
found out I really had some
extra fat in my chin
face value turned pretty low
no shit
overtime in a coal mine
tamagotchi wolverine
suitable: ages 8 and up
for teaching to care, for teaching to fear
just mind feeding the beast
don't leave alone for too long
batteries not included
product placement from hell
no shit
overtime in a coal mine
tamagotchi wolverine
3. The Melting of Asphalt
don't ask, don't push your limits
I will protect thee,
mesmerize the womb and feed the newborn lies
for I will
hold the sky above
from falling down on you
and he said hail me!
hail me - with a thought
of not an enemy
but an admonition:
you will be left alone
when the asphalt melts
against the gale, I won't die
build more walls,
exaggerate the Leviathan of hygienic dreams
for I am
the meat grinding genocide
you haven't been waiting for
and he said nail me!
nail me - with the fist
with the sword
uh, don't say a word
I want to die in peace
when the asphalt melts
...
for I am
smallpox with a kevlar vest
ha, black death with intelligence
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