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CARCASS LYRICS
"Best Of Carcass" (1997 Best of/Compilation)
1. Genital Grinder
2. Regurgitation Of Giblets
3. Reek Of Putrefaction
4. Exhume To Consume
5. Embryonic Necropsy And Devourment
6. Inpropagation
7. Corporeal Jigsore Quandray
8. Incarnate Solvent Abuse
9. Buried Dreams
10. Heartwork
11. This Mortal Coil
12. Death Certificate
13. Rot 'N Roll
14. Keep On Rotting In The Free World
15. Tomorrow Belongs To Nobody
16. Polarised
17. Generation Hexed
18. R**k The Vote
1. Genital Grinder
2. Regurgitation Of Giblets
Coughing up a mixture
Of mucus, phlegm and bile
The sordid sight of burning flesh
...Your stomach is reviled
Spew up your sanguined guts
In your wooden box
Septic vomit of chyme...
...Putrid offal...
Regurgitated giblets
Blocked in your oesophagus
Eaten by the maggots
Trapped in your sarcophagus
3. Reek Of Putrefaction
Snorting the stench of latent effluvium
And maturing damp fumes
This foul menage forces tears to your eyes
As the corpse's gas are exhumed....
Intoxicated by foul body odours
And the nauseating tepid whiff
Pinching your nostrils as you irrigate flatus
From the emaciated stiff...
Volatile entrails fume and steam
As they're meticulously hacked during discission
Evaporating sludge and bubbling pus -
A rotten gaseous expiration...
Maturating corpse, the stale smell of decay and rot
- A sickening asphyxiation
Gross remains gush, innards turn to sludge
- With partial liquefaction...
Smell the rot...
Of the corrupted corpse....
Hallucinogenic trip...
Tissue gases leak - a warm, unpleasant reek
A quite macabre addiction
Deteriorated, bloated corpse - decomposure burning hot
Sniff the smell of carrion...
[Solo: Cadaveric resin]
Inhaling the dank smells
As you gouge out the dripping innards with glee
Succumbling to a translucid state
As you sniff the aroma of necropsy...
Bacterial decomposition
The aroma of fungal/larval infestation
Consuming, ripening slime
As the cadaver is slowly wasting...
Your sore sinews rot, blood curdling coughs
As acrid foetor corrodes your lungs
Body orifices clenched in your teeth
As you frenziedly try to insert the bungs...
Swollen, ripened corpse, the stench of crusting clots
- The smell of stale perspiration
Administering watery gore, you're screaming out for more
- Addicted to putrefaction....
Snort the corpse...
Get high on the rot...
Orgasmic rush...
Turns your brains to pus...
4. Exhume To Consume
Grimly I dig up the turfs
To remove the corrupted stiffs
Trying to contain my excitement
As I desecrate graveolent crypts...
Fingers claw at coffin lids
Eager festal exhumation
Hugging your wry, festered remains
With post-humous joy and elation...
Body snatched, freshly interred
Whatever takes my fancy
To satisfy my gratuitous pica
My culinary necromancy...
Scrutinised then brutalised
My forensic inquisition is fulfiled
My recipe is now your epitaph
Be it fried, boiled or grilled...
I devour the pediculous corpse
Whetting my palate as I exhume
The festering stench of rotting flesh
Makes me drool as I consume...
Caskets I grate
My larder's a grave
I'm sickly obsessed (with the badly decomposed)
Rotten remains I eat
Purulent meat
What a funeral feast (putrid reek)
Weeping tissue is stripped
Pus dribbles from my lips
Pulverising this pustular chaff
Butchering up morgue's makes me laugh...
Ulcerated flesh I munch
Rotting corpses are my lunch
On bones I love to crunch (on the badly decomposed)
Shrivelled innards I lick
The corpse's head I kick
Crumbling shreds I pick (eat the stiffs)
[Solo: morbid melody for the deceased with salt to taste]
Rancid flesh, slaughter the dead
- Caskets exhumed...
Corpses disinterred, graves disturbed
- To consume...
Bereaved relatives are not amused
As on their dear departed I feverishly consume...
Slavering worms, decomposure burns
Corrosion born, as bacteria gnaw
Desecrate...
Precipitate....(from the muddy grave)
Macerate...
Eviscerate...
Caskets I grate
My larder's a grave
I'm sickly obsessed (with the badly decomposed)
Rotten remains I eat
Purulent meat
What a funeral feast (putrid reek)
Saponified fats, nibbled by rats
- freshly exhumed...
Deep down six feet is where I like to eat
- Human flesh to consume...
5. Embryonic Necropsy And Devourment
...Aborted gestation...foetal mutilation...
...Abortive secretions...embryonic fermentation...
Your crotch spawning afterbirth
A congealing sprog basted in cess
Palpitations spew a foetus
Sprawling in this mess...
Flowing lochial discharge
Of copious womb lining torn
The mutilated still-born mangled
By the whiplashing umbilical cord...
Mixing together post-natal juices
The dead infant used as stock
Slurping this horrendous concoction
Eat the cervical slop...
Lading our aborted derbis
Oozing guts chomped in your maw
The caesating premature baby
Nurtured in post-partum gore...
Suck cess on a plate. lick its pus from a spoon
Gnaw at rashes on a dish, munch on the expelled womb...
Its testicles incised - the foetus liquidized
Whick the parasite - the gross remains baptized...
[Solo: paturient paste sandwich]
Stagnant placenta and smelly fluids
The stiffening dead babe's crib
Disembowelling and gutting
Grating bone and rib
Fragile limbs pulverised
Dismemberment is so cruel
Soggy organs and paturient broth
Give piquance to this sickly gruel...
Mixing together post-natal juices
The dead infant used as stock
Slurping this horrendous concoction
Eat the cervical slop...
Lading our aborted derbis
Oozing guts chomped in your maw
The caesating premature baby
Nurtured in post-partum gore...
Drink bile from a cup, gulp its phlegm from a pot
Eat mucus on a saucer, choke on embryonic clots...
(Pasteurised foetus goulash)
6. Inpropagation
Insipid fumes bellow from the atrabilious chimney
Whilst in the sanctified crevet I calmly pillage and rake
For hot dry powdered human slag
Still steaming in the crematorium's grate
Bio-organic ebullition, bones tar, tallow dehydrates
For my deleterious horticulture so that I may cultivate
Your mortal mechanism dies - in nutrients rich
In the hallowed turf you lie - just for the taking
Charred sinew's as good as lime, no phosphates do I need
Deteriorated flesh used as top-soil, to replenish and nourish seed
Spreading this human potash, as ash matured
Recycling my rich harvest, bring out your dead...for use as manure...
Irrigating tears are shed, but the ground still must be fed
(Lead fills: Dust in the mausoleum by W.G. Steer)
Tipping and dusting up the spilt contents of urns
Every morsel that glows like ember on the fire
Extinguishing all hope of beatrific dispatch
These charred chassis desired
Exequiet rites now performed, a coronach sooting up the flu
Enter my execrable inferno, even in the after-life there's work to do
The nitrogen content's high - but the flesh is weak
At the graveside mourners cry - you're never to wake again
(Lead: Compost humous horticulture by M. Amott)
Burnt brisket renews the ground, to germinate my seed
Cremated bodies are my spoil, to use them as plant-feed
Ploughing this abhorrent human manure
Seeding my rich harvest, bring out your dead...for the soils to devour...
Dry the dead are bled, because the ground must be fed
And there's still no rest for the dead
(Lead: Humanure by W.G. Steer)
I propagate - dust in the grate
Ashes to ashes - dust to dust, diluted in water and sprayed on crops
Charcoal, fats, flesh and soot fertilising pasture with active fertile rot
Incumbent - latent calories are spent
Ashes to ashes - dust to dust renewing the land with corpses corrupt
Mortuary scrapings, hearses a must, to the hot hearth the deceased are trussed
Harvesting the defouled, to fertilize my soil
Rejuvenating the spent with my fecundate spoils...
Reaping the gone, to nourish the land
Replenishing exhausted pasture with my uncanny sleight of hand
Restoring the unnatural balance, sowing my seed
Defalcating the departed, I rapt and glean...
So I recite my contrite lament, lacrimation for the dead
Their rest which I disturb...
Where should stand row upon row of cold grey remembrance stones
My cash crops now grow...
7. Corporeal Jigsore Quandray
Excised and anatomised, deviscerated disarray
The torso diverged with pride
Deftly amputated, evulsed limbs now defunct
The trunk imbrued, tatty stumps used as lugs
For a chondrin puzzle so quaint
Head and body decollate
A heaving mass so quiescent...
Scattered and scrambled, your teasement grows
- A bloody caricature to make whole
A squirming grisly jigsaw, detrital fragments fit so snug
- That missing piece will leave you stumped
Totally desassembled, nicely sliced and diced
- A cold mannequin once resembled
Real cranium teaser, carved from flesh and bone
- So mystifying...
Battered and diffused, with placating blows
- A human jigsaw to make whole
A sequacious pattern which once fitted so snug
- Joining together each dubious lump
Ravaged disassembly, neatly cubed and diced
- A cold mannequin reassembled
Astute brain teaser, incorporate flesh and bone
So mortifying...
An incessant game - methodically made
With each cumulative piecing - of commensated meat...
Bi-manual reconstruction, eldritch problem complete
A convented effigy
A pathological toy, each chunk rigorously
Inter mortis locking, as you pathogenically rot
Such a perplexing task
To fit the remains in the casket
Uliginous mess so quiescent...
(Lead: Human Jigsaw by W.G. Steer)
(Lead: A heaving organic puzzle by M. Amott)
An incessant game - methodically made
With each cumulative piece - of commensated meat...
8. Incarnate Solvent Abuse
Intenacious, intersecting
Reaving fats from corporal griskin
Culled...for sodden gelatine brayed
Skeletal groats triturated, desinently
Exsiccated, sere glutenate brewed
For frivolous solvent abuse...
Derogate coarse remains
For glue to dry
Despoiled marrow razed
...A truculent shambles so severe...
Extravated bone - as adhesive incarnate
A pellucid quietus - nocuosly I create
Corporal glue, breathe in the fumes
Mucilage vapours, toxic fumes to savour
(Lead: Glue stiffing by W.G. Steer)
Comminuted remains
As gum to dry
A lissom gel so glazed
...A truculent shambolic affair...
The exsanguine esprit - shorted as snuff
Rheumic oils forever - Bonded together as gum
Human glue, choke on the fumes
Noxious vapours, slaughterous labour...
(Lead: Viscous residue snorting by M. Amott)
9. Buried Dreams
Welcome, to a world of hate
A life of buried dreams
Smothered, by the soils of fate
Welcome, to a world of pain
Bitterness your only wealth
The sand of time kicked in your face
-Rubbed in your face
When aspirations are squashed
When life's chances are lost
When all hope is gone
When expectations are quashed
When self esteem is lost
When ambition is mourned
...All you need is hate
In futility, for self preservation
We all need someone
-Someone to hate
10. Heartwork
Works of art, painted black
Magniloquent, bleeding dark
Monotonous palate, murky spectrum, grimly unlimited
Food for thought, so prolific
In contrasting shades, forcely fed
Abstraction, so choking, so provocative
A canvas to paint, to degenerate
Dark reflections - degeneration
A canvas to paint, to denigrate
Dark reflections, of dark foul light
Profound, aesthetic beauty
Or shaded, sensary corruption
Perceptions, shattered, splintered, mirroring
In deft taints, diluted, tinted
Spelt out, in impaired colour
Denigrating, going to paints to pain - not a pretty picture
Works of heart bleeding dark
Black, magniloquent art
Monotonous palate, murky spectrum, grimly unlimited
Prolific food for thought
Contrasting, fed with force
Abstraction, so choking, so provocative
Bleeding works of art
Seething work so dark
Seering words from the heart
11. This Mortal Coil
Tearing down the walls
Breaching frontiers, unlocking the gates
To a new world disorder
A fresh balance of terror, the equilibrium of hate/
All flesh entwined, in the equality of pain
Archaic nescience unleashed
Entrenched, a bitter legacy
Tempered in mental scars
All flesh entwined in mortal equality
Tangled mortal coil
(1st lead - Steer)
(2nd lead - Amott)
Twisted and warped
Tangled mortal coil
12. Death Certificate
A grim myriad, a grey kaleidoscope, sterile, contrasting
Born and die, institutionalised, a bleak epitaph, an apalogue so sad
Cross indexed, cross dissected
Cross referenced, contabescence
Cross indexed, cross bisected
Cross referenced, certificate of death/certified dead
Machine coded, reduced to hard memory, in a data base
Digitalised, statistical obituary, your only legacy, your final resting place
(1st lead - Steer)
(2nd lead - Amott)
13. Rot 'N Roll
Can you smell the rot?
As opportunity knocks.
The foul stench of success.
This carcass in decay,
Well past it's sell-by date.
This time the fall comes before the pride.
The chameleon's changed its shade,
But the same old song, to the same old tune is played.
Falling to the bait,
But the song still sounds the same.
Let's rot ...C'mon, rot!
This carcass in decay,
Tell me, can you smell the rot?
[lead - Steer]
The chameleon's changed its shade,
But the same old song, to the same old tune is played.
Kill me, it's unbrave
But the song remains the same.
Let's rot, let's rot ...C'mon, rot!
Commiserations or celebrations of a rejuvenation?
Commiserations or celebrations of a rejuvenation?
14. Keep On Rotting In The Free World
THE THREADS OF GLOBAL FABRIC ARE UNITED,
THE ROLE OF THE WESTERN FREE WORLD IS IN DECLINE,
STILL FREE TO CONSUME, FREE TO BREATHE,
FREE TO EXIST, FREE TO DREAM, YOUR LIFE OF DREAMS,
KEEP ON ROTTING, KEEP ON ROTTING, KEEP ON HOPING, DREAMING, ONE DAY MAYBE,
KEEP ON ROTTING, KEEP ON HOPING, WHILST IN THE REAL WORLD YOU...
CONSUMER OR CONSUMED, YOUR LIFE IS CHEAP,
ECONOMIC SALVATION IN SWEATSHOPS RETURNED FROM THE EAST,
DESPAIR THE ONLY QUALITY OF STRIFE,
A REASON FOR EXISTENCE IF YOU CAN AFFORD THE PRICE,
IF YOUR PRICE IS RIGHT,
KEEP ON ROTTING, KEEP ON HOPING, KEEP ON DREAMING, ONE DAY MAYBE,
KEEP ON ROTTING, KEEP ON HOPING, KEEP ON DREAMING,
WHILST IN THE REAL WORLD YOU...
KEEP ON ROTTING, KEEP ON HOPING, KEEP ON DREAMING, ONE DAY MAYBE,
KEEP ON ROTTING, KEEP ON HOPING, KEEP ON DREAMING,
WHILST IN THE REAL WORLD YOU...
...ROT!!!!!
15. Tomorrow Belongs To Nobody
Your kingdom is of emptiness
Invisible empire of illusion
There's no majesty in your empty words
Your ideology - self delusion
Revisionism is the future
So let's hail the same old dawn
Kneel before the same old order
You're no kings - only pawns
You're waiting for tomorrow, well tomorrow never comes
Ha, you're waiting for your new dawn, so sad to say there isn't one
Because, tomorrow belongs to nobody
Tomorrow - belongs to nobody
(leads)
You're waiting for tomorrow, well tomorrow never comes
Ha, you're waiting for your new dawn, so sad to say there isn't one
You fools tomorrow belongs to nobody
Tomorrow - belongs to nobody
16. Polarised
Don't want your number
Don't want your name
Don't want your colour...
Don't want your politics
Don't want your cause
Don't believe what you believe
Don't want to wear your emblem
Don't want your cult or sect
Don't want your faith
Don't want your respect
Don't want your love
Don't want your praise
Don't want your stupid fashion
Don't want your phase
Polarized - tell me what colours do you wear?
Your beliefs, polarized
I just don't care for what you care
I just don't care for what you care
Polarized - tell me what colours do you wear?
Your beliefs, polarized
I just don't care for what you care
Don't want your number
Don't want your name
Don't want your colour...
Don't want your politics
Don't want your cause
Don't believe what you believe
Don't want to wear your emblem
Don't want your cult or sect
Don't want your faith
Don't want your respect
Don't want your love
Don't want your praise
Don't want your stupid fashion
Don't want your phase
(leads)
Polarized - tell me what colours do you wear?
Your beliefs, polarized
I just don't care for what you care
Polarized - tell me what colours do you wear?
Your beliefs, polarized
I just don't care
17. Generation Hexed
Lost forever
A whole generation of pathetic lost souls
With no meaning no depth
They're already dead, before it gets old
Anonymous, blank
No individuality, uniformed
A wholesale
Blanket identity, from the day that they're born
- Another generation to mourn
What choice for a new generation?
Another generation under sedation
Flocking like sheep
The instinctual herd, as fashion dictates
Primitively seduced
Commonly reduced, resigned to their fate
Another useless
Faceless degeneration
Like the one which precedes
Acknowledging
A bleak existence, to be spent on it's knees
- The pattern it seeds Another generation under sedation
Generation hexed
Just another useless generation
...Hexed
Trapped together
Another wasted generation is sold
With no meaning, no depth
They're there to be bled
Never breaking the mould
Anonymous, blank
No individuality, misinformed
A wholesale
Blinkered non-entity, on it's knees born
- Another generation to scorn
What choice for a new generation?
Just another generation under sedation
Self suppressed
Generation vexed
Ha, self oppressed
Just another generation hexed
(lead)
What choice for a new generation?
A generation vexed
Still no choice for a new generation
Just another generation under sedation
Generation hexed
Just another useless generation
Generation hexed
Just another wasted generation
...hexed
18. R**k The Vote
HANDS IN ANOTHER'S POCKET,
THE BED THEY MAKE,
IS NOT THE ONE IN WHICH THEY LIE,
THE SAME OLD FACES,
THE SAME OLD ESTABLISHMENT,
THE SAME OLD LIES,
CROSS YOUR "X",
IT'S YOUR ONLY VOICE,
DO AS YOU'RE TOLD,
DON'T ROCK THE BOAT,
AND BUY WHAT YOU'RE SOLD,
BELIEVE THE LIE,
THE LINE THAT YOU TOE,
DOING FINE,
IF YOU JUST DO AS YOU'RE TOLD,
NO DISSIDENT VOICES,
THE FACES MERGE,
ARE ONE, ABSOLUTE,
A COMFORTABLE, PRIVILEGED,
WHITE OVER BELLY,
REVOLUTION,
NO THREAT, NO CHANGE,
NO GAIN, JUST PAIN,
THE SAME OLD SCHEME,
NO HOPE, NO CHOICE,
NO FUTURE, NO VOICE,
THIS IS NO PIPE DREAM,
ALL IS NOT WHAT IT SEEMS,
BELIEVE THE LIE,
THE LINE THAT YOU TOE,
YOU'LL DO JUST FINE,
IF YOU JUST DO AS YOU'RE TOLD,
YOU BELIEVE THE LIE,
THE LINE THAT YOU TOE,
DOING FINE,
IF YOU JUST DO AS YOU'RE TOLD,
IS THIS ROCK'N'ROLL OR A FORM OF STATE CONTROL?
IS THIS REALLY ROCK'N'ROLL?
OR A FORM OF STATE CONTROL?
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