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CARCASS LYRICS
"The Heartwork E.P." (1993 EP)
1. Heartwork
2. This Is Your Life
3. Rot 'N' Roll
1. 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
2. This Is Your Life
[Music: Steer]
[Lyrics: Walker]
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.
3. Rot 'N' Roll
[Music: Steer]
[Lyrics: Walker]
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?
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