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ARBITER LYRICS
"Demo 2006" (2006 Demo)
1. Malice Blossoming
2. Frottage of the Earth
3. Edible Savior
1. Malice Blossoming
It is I who has grown, Blossomed from the hate that ferments within. With frightless haste, you are quick to be evaporated, your stain removed from these roots. The fuel formed, behind your transparent eye, a deposit of lies, it is your nature. Fed through my chest, inject me, nourish me, help my malice to grow. Endlessly flowing, a continuous wave, floating in misery. Your influence: a penny jar, filling with idiocy. Blind from the fact you're spewing out lies, a verbal fraud. Just hold back your thoughts, they mean nothing to me, your voice a waste, a courier of shame. Your lives feed my hatred, you will cower before me.
2. Frottage of the Earth
Ecologically deficient. Compelled to come to and end. Mindlessly swallow yourselves. Running at low efficency. Mankind crippling itself. By default, born defeated. Evolution now defunct. Jerking yourselves off you relish. Betterment, a goal never set. Inverted eyes, societal deceit. Brotherhood gone, Frottage of the earth. Together you salivate, decay, and die. You've built this cell to rot. Chastice yourselves and each other. Hand in hand, you'll pray. Faith had failed, Frottage of the Earth. Feel onobligated for your demise, a responsibility left astray, the reformatting of humanity, show no resistance to extinction. You, your family, all your flithy lives, the land to be cleansed of the scum. Frottage of the Earth.
3. Edible Savior
Ropes twisting the skin. Arms pulled past her back Her sweet soft neck, bruised and bleeding. Tied around the wood. Shes bound to her throne. I kiss her trembling thighs, those whimpers make me smile, as I turn the blade upward, the flow began. An eruption in red, coating the tile, the entrails drop, nestled in her lap. I've found my savior, cradled in the viscera. This unborn savior, with still closed eyes, firmly in my grip. I feel his skull conform, held above my head. Glowing a fiery red, this figure I worship, We must be one, it is divine will, pulled to pieces, limbs plucked off. Body split in half, ingestion is quick. My prophet my savior. I feast on your power.
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