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CARCASS LYRICS
"Choice Cuts" (2004 Best of/Compilation)
1. Genital Grinder
2. Maggot Colony
3. Exhume To Consume
4. Swarming Vulgar Mass Of Infected Virulency
5. Tools Of The Trade
6. Corporal Jigsore Quandary
7. Incarnate Solvent Abuse
8. Buried Dreams
9. No Love Lost
10. Heartwork
11. Keep On Rotting In The Free World
12. R**k The Vote
13. This Is Your Life
14. Crepitating Bowel Erosion
15. Slash Dementia
16. Cadaveric Incubator Of Endoparasites
17. Reek Of Putrefaction
18. Empathological Necrotism
19. Foeticide
20. Fermenting Innards
21. Exhume To Consume
1. Genital Grinder
2. Maggot Colony
Oozing chyme reeks as your duodenum is hacked
Secreting gastric juices, enzymes melt your faecal tract
Torn major arteries, your corpse with blood is drenched
Your mouth is ripped inside-out as your oesophagus is wrenched
Maggots and grubs bore into the mouldy remains
Masticating lymph, caked blood and cankered decay
Maturating brains play host to the grisly fete
Stuffed anal passage, served on a plate
Purulent torso is a perfect maggots meal
Spilt cerebrospinal fluid is sucked up with zeal
Botulism vitiates the emulsifying bile
Liquidized gall bladder, viscid pus smells vile
3. 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...
4. Swarming Vulgar Mass Of Infected Virulency
Festering scabs, papillae and pores
Hardened carbuncles, spots and cold sores...
Pick at the scab - septic blood starts to weep
Rip at my face - ruptured growths start to seep
Blackhead and boils, pustular cysts
Chapped commodones, perspiring zits...
Pierce the blane - infected tissue starts to bleed
Diseased and plagued - tumours chew and feed...
...On ulcerated flesh...
...On facial mess...
...On blooming sores...
...On blistering warts...
Squeeze out the blood, the pus I extract
A rancid cocktail, steaming and black
Infested skin, bubbles and bursts
Hackne vulgaris, spluttering pus...
...The swarming mass...
...With acid I attack...
...With razors I hack...
...Bubos, bulging and black...
Squeeze out the blood, the pus I extract
A rancid cocktail, steaming and black
Bursting canker, clustered bullae
Pimples and bones eat me alive...
Gnawing, curdling, swarming flesh
Bubbling, seething, disgusting mess
Smarting, abrased purple and raw
Pustular, vulgar pimples and sores...
The juice is squeezed
Sebum bleeds
Lick the pox
Weals and warts...
- Festering face
- Decrepit and plagued...
5. Tools Of The Trade
Steel skin clips,
Forceps, grooved awl, retractors, needles
Gouges and saws,
Intestinal clamps, blunt dissectors,
Scalpels, pins, toothed directors.
Tools of the trade, forceps and blades
Skillfully lathed, for us to maim.
Bone levers, spikes, malleable scoops,
Plates and chisels, screws and spoons,
Drills, respatories, files and durettes,
Guillotines, gags and compression forceps.
Tools of the trade, ripping the rib-cage,
To remissly lustrate, so pleased to maim.
[Lead: Maim to please by W.G Steer]
[Lead: Up to the hilt by M. Amott]
Retractors, mallets, rugines and benders,
Chisels, rods, sharps and catheters,
Trephines, undines, irons and styrups,
Depressors, tongues, sterile catgut.
Tools of the trade, stainless steel blades,
Painstakingly lathed, we're so pleased to maim.
6. Corporal Jigsore Quandary
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...
7. 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...
8. 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
9. No Love Lost
Sensual awakening
Numbing feeling's dead
Conception's romanticised
Synthesized broken heart's to bled
Without emotion you heartstring's played
Strummed and severed to the tune of a tragic serenade
[A tragic chorus]
Without emotion, your heartstrings break
Snapped and severed to the tune of a tragic, sad cliche
No love lost
When all is said and done
There's no love lost
The low cost of loving
Amorous travesty
Human frailties and weakness are easy prey
How your poor heart will bleed
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. 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!!!!!
12. 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?
13. This Is Your Life
The spirit distilled, the soul is bought.
The D.N.A. split, the virus is caught.
The germination of reproduction,
Complex patterns of genetic devolution.
The die is cast.
Birth, copulation, and death.
Is this your life?
Birth, copulation, and death.
Is this the meaning of life?
Is this the genesis of devolution?
The die is cast.
Birth, copulation, and death.
Is this your life?
Birth, copulation, and death.
Is this the meaning of life?
[lead - Steer]
Birth, copulation, and death.
Is this your life?
Birth, copulation, and death.
Is this the meaning...
Birth, copulation, and death.
Is this your life?
Birth, copulation, and death.
14. Crepitating Bowel Erosion
Wart-encrusted sebaceous growths
Pustulating, bleeding piles are what I boast
Scabby and blistered pectoral skin flakes away
As my crushed bowels evacuate much to my dismay...
Faecal tripe - take the bite
Urinary swill - take your fill
Squeeze out the pus, perforate the rash
Munch the mouldy scabs, lick the septic gash...
Eroded crispy bowels, corrosive putrid breath
Collapsing, slushy lungs, my diaphragm pickled in meths...
Renal ulcerations, faecal gurgitations
Costive crepitations, complete anal disgorgement...
Disinterring organs, pus, urine and sewage
Thrust into your naval, to soak up ascitic fluids...
An abrasive concoction is formed in my throat
Methylated bile, jaundiced kidneys bloat
Tumorous stomach, coughing up gall
The thorax infected with furuncles and boils...
The sight of by abdomen, shrivelling and gurgling
The reek of my bloody pleura, stagnating and curdling
Cynical and sarcastic, my fetid sense of tumour
Clinical and gastric, I imbibe my own vitreous humour...
Soiled prostatic prolapse
Ruptured hernia rips your groun
Your mouth forced wide open
As you're made to chew on your haemorrhoids...
Gnawing my appendix, enteric organs glistening
Acholial fluids, coagulating and thickening
Weakened, cirrhosised liver, pumping out sludge
Of pediculosal faeces, sanguineous bile and crud...
Avulsion of salted tonsils
Gavaged with a spoon
Your scrotal sac torn open
And stuffed with ano-genital grume...
15. Slash Dementia
Your jugular arteries ripped
Viscous juices gush and bleed
You're gutted, skinned and mangled
Enteral disorder is freed
Your rib-cage wrenched and torn
Still-pumping heart is crushed and smashed
Your alimentary canal is finely chopped
Lumpen meat is hacked...
...Disembowel, chop and trash...
Veins are stripped and flayed
Of haemorrhage, bile and sweat
Savoured cuts are cured
Bodily parts are wrecked
Bissection of the twitching corpse
Copious blood is drained
Captive-bolt and pole-axe
Shred, trash and maim...
...Dismember, carve and hack...
I rip open pectoral cavities to devour my still-steaming grub
Drinking adeps and effluence, smearing myself in congealing blood
I tear at sauted crackling to guzzle on fetid swag
Butchered remains are carved and collected in a doggy-bag...
I mince up your limbs, off-cuts and cartilege
Stuffing freshly-drawn intestine with grated coronary arteries
I slice from your mutilated trunk runny fats and rind
Skewering eye-orbits, brain, genitals and organs I grind...
Bins od torrid offal where writhing stomachs squirm
Chunks amongst your thighs and rump, crawling with tape-worm
Snapped spinal column is gnawed, curdled trypsin turns into cheese
Your vena cava lashed, on your pericardial sac I feed...
I gourge myself on your loin, erepsin and brine consumed
Blubbering escharic tegument, steaming remains turn into grume...
...Cranial fluids sucked...
...Flooded organs crushed...
- You are totally wasted...
Your dissected shell collapses, as I eat congested insides
Desregarded entrails fume and rot, now host to hungry flies...
...Cranial fluids sucked...
...Flooded organs crushed...
- You are totally wasted...
[Solo: complete and utter dismantlement of torso with carnage]
...Slow bissection makes me laugh...
16. Cadaveric Incubator Of Endoparasites
The inset of rigor mortis, ulcerous corruption and decay
Saponified fats lather as soap as you slowly eat yourself away...
Organs savaged by rotten enzymes, rennin and rancorous cysts
A festering abcess immersed in ravenous autolysis...
Breaking down of dead tissue fuels methane gases
A smouldering human compost-heap of self-digesting haemorrhage...
emulsifying carnage, your purpulent torso is mummified
A mortified, marbled feast for drooling parasites...
Your lungs consumed in gore, slime and worm encrusted
Brittle testes eroded in hot, corrosive succus
Adhering to the bone, tissue necrosis a maggot feast
A cadaveric crematorium, gaseos spumescence leaks...
[Solo: parasitic flesh resection]
[Solo: matted fungus, spawn, eggs, bacteria, germs, mould and meat]
Your rump sustaining hostile organisms
- Mould, eggs and larvae
Peptonized spleen, liver and kidneys
- A wasting, degenerate slime
Septicemic mutation
- Of rancid meat and writhing life
Psychedelic, pustular platter of gunge
- Come and take a bite...
Dormant fungoid growths
On the smarting human host
Come bathe, cleanse and wash
With livor mortis and dry rot...
...Lice and ticks...
Flesh matted with hatching spawn
Endo-parasites incubate in the warmth
Mortician's implements to tap and bleed
The swarming insects seed...
...Lice and ticks...expel bloody sick...
Leathery skin bubbles as blue-bottles hatch
Maggot infestation turns the rotting corpse black...
Slushy bowels move as our friends squirm
Flatulent belches-dry, festered and warm...
17. 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...
18. Empathological Necrotism
Bloodied, torn and twisted
Severe mutilation is all that remains
Stagnating in shrink-wrap
Empty the contents onto the mortuary slab...
The morbid, muted body
Is dissected, lacerated and shred -
Life is hard as a mortuary technician
The fumes go straight to my head...
The trunk now depleting gristle, with bactericidal decay
This discissed disarticulation I bludgeon as I ablate...
Diluted spittle, bile and gore
Congealing puddles on the floor
Grotesquely dismembered
As the cavities I harshly sever...
Stabbing at the trachea, chest with walls I puncture
Slicing back flesh I tear, subject to malacia...
Advanced rigor mortis, the corpse internally bruised
Kaleidoscope livor mortis, the carcass a shade of livid blue
Joints are stiffened, I now bend and crack
The cerebrum pulped, with cranial collapse...
Bodily embalmed and fluids tapped
Maceration is oozing, as the insides I unwrap...
Finished with the fragments, a mass of stinking waste
Spread-eagled bloody mess, I hastily eviscerate...
Advanced pyathrosis - let there be rot (fun in the morgue)
Foul autodigestion - necrotic mutation...
The gaping chest is crudely stitched up
Internal organs are hastily replaced
The carnage totally disfigured
Another pathological waste...
Flowing blood crusts
The corpse is totally rotten to the core
The miserable, festering stiff
I dismember with my saw...
The wounds are stitched, I shabbily try to repair
Disintegrating with histolycis and everyday wear and tear...
"Cadaveric dissolution, sliced, ripped and deceased
Eructated gases are gurgling as they bleed
Congested pus, blood and autodigested gore
Tissue corrodes as aggression gnaws..."
The mortuary table I now wipe, sponge and clean
Washing away the remains of life, the slab now gleams...
The evaporating reek of putrefaction gets right up my nose
Carnage, chunks and leftover pieces in the bin I dispose...
Advanced pyathrosis - let there be rot (fun in the morgue)
Foul autodigestion - necrotic mutation...
19. Foeticide
Plugged into the socket
Leads attached to twisting skin
Ignite the squirming foetus
To dissolve it from within
The uterus aspirated...foeticide
Suction catheter eradicating...your insides
Foeticides done daily
Frying them inside the womb
Electrocuting embryos
In their sterile tomb
Your cervix an abscess... foeticide
Pumped out by your gynaecologist... your insides
Spasmodic convulsions of pleasure are gained
Pumping out the boiling gunge as you languish in pain
Scouring out the womb from effervescing rot
Scrubbing-brush comes in handy to clean out all the clots
Electrodes buzz with power
Visceral muscle is charred black
Melting bone, frying aqueous humour
A dignified death is what you lack
20. Fermenting Innards
Your pulverized torso languishes in its pool of pus
Minced, cancerous viscera - gore seeps from the guts
My fetid fetish is to excavate the moulding rot
I drool my gastric juices as I chomp on you blood-clots
Fermenting innards, bubbling with rot
Alcoholic pus, dissolves the wooden box
I gouge into the chest's cavity to rip out the intestines
Slivering soft entrails to release the foaming secretions
I suck up the concoction and eat the decay
With cankered disgorgement I excrete my gurgling prey
Bile, chyme and blood in the offal effervesce
I eviscerate the bowels and drink the clotted cess
21. 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...
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