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DEEDS OF FLESH LYRICS
"Gradually Melted" (1995 EP)
1. Three Minute Crawlspace
2. Gradually Melted
3. Human Sandbags
4. Feelings of Metal Through Flesh
1. Three Minute Crawlspace
Trapped inside
A dead nightmare
Buried deep
Suffocation
Frantically, scratching for light
The oxygen is getting thin
Just a matter of time
Before the air runs out
You're doomed
Try to fight, it's what I like
Suffocation
It's what I like
Buried by
A servant of the ancient one
Soil seeps through the cracks
Split kneecaps, nails bent back
They're broken
Just a matter of time
Before the air runs out
You're doomed
Try to fight, it's what I like
Trapped inside
A dead nightmare
Buried deep
Suffocation
Frantically, scratching for light
The oxygen is getting thin
The air is getting, getting thin
Three minute crawlspace
The air is getting, getting thin
Three minute crawlspace
2. Gradually Melted
Caught committing an unspeakable act
Thrown in a cell, unfed for a week
Unconscious from being too weak
Leaving the cell to sunlight
He thinks he's free
Think again, think again
Human executions will now begin
The crowd encourages
The courts decision
Gradually melted
As he now realizes his fate
Panic sets in
Bound, tied and raised in position
On a metal stake
They are, they are going to burn me!
BURN ME!
Think again, think again
Human executions will now begin
The crowd encourages
The courts decision
Melted human remains
Set the sights below
Slowly being lowered to join the huge mass
Puss bubbles start to form on the feet
The skin starts to fall quickly
Tortured, they lower him halfway
Until the legs completely melt away!
AWAY!
Gradually Melted
The tires are hot enough
To even melt bone
Half burned apart
But still alive
Intestines now dangle out
Insides now start to pour
Civilians stare in his eyes, laughing at his gore
Melted human remains
Set the sights below
Slowly being lowered to join the huge mass
Puss bubbles start to form on the feet
The skin starts to fall quickly
Tortured, they lower him halfway
Until the legs completely melt away!
3. Human Sandbags
Trapped, violently caught in a land
Of morbid sights
Where the warfare is entity
Expendable soldiers
Who are shot and blown apart
Only now to become
Human Sandbags
Serving as protection for
Protection for the living
To survive
Human Sandbags!
The epidermal hide
Absorbs the bullets of the enemy
A rotten pile o dead humans
Is the blockade
Fir survival, survival
Piled to become living
Expendable soldiers
Who are shot and blown apart
Only now to become
As the bodies soon become dismembered
From the enemy fire
As the soldiers find themselves
Trapped in a putrid stench
Excavating organs
Soon become camouflage
Your comrades roll beside you
Frightened you cannot move
And shot like all the rest
Now piled to become
A Human Sandbag!
A rotten pile o dead humans
Is the blockade
For survival
4. Feelings of Metal Through Flesh
Spears of glass
Straight through the hands
Slice by slice
The feelings of
Metal through flesh is ecstasy
Every blade becomes, of the mind's desires
Every blade becomes, of the mind's desires
The dream becomes very real
The only way
To stop the hunger is feed the pain
Feed the pain
Insane thoughts of suicide brought
To life
suicide brought to life
The dream becomes very real
As the graves are wombs
For the embryos to grow
Soulless merchants search for sufferers
The suffering!
Cut by cut
The liquid life runs from the body
Stabbing wounds bust the innards
The skin becomes the canvas
For the suffering
THE SUFFERING!
Dead, dead alive
Living, living to be
Dead, dead alive
Living, living to be
As the graves are wombs
For the embryos to grow
Soulless merchants search for sufferers
Spears of glass
Straight through the hands
Slice by slice
The feelings of
Metal through flesh is ecstasy
Every blade becomes, of the mind's desires
Every blade becomes, of the mind's desires
Brought to life
The dream becomes very real
Dead, dead alive
Living, living to be
Dead, dead alive
Living, living to be
DEAD!
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