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FLESHGRIND LYRICS
"Live in Germany" (2002 Live album)
1. Sorrow Breed Hatred...Bleed on Me
2. Litany of Murder
3. Ejaculate on Entrails
4. The Supreme Art of Derangement
5. Anger
1. Sorrow Breed Hatred...Bleed on Me
2. Litany of Murder
I'm killing you, motherfucker!
Suffer for your deceitfulness
I will not take these things lightly
As you fuck me I will fuck you
You think you are invincible
Fuck with me and you will be dead
You are as good as dead!
I am certain of your death!
Deep throat my gun
Taste the cold steel
Pull the tigger
you're still alive!
Take my hammer upon your bleeding head
Cranium smashed in, spilling your blood
Now you will die, I'll make sure of it
what can you do, you are now dead!
Stuffing your corpse into a 55 gallon drum
Entombed in your coffin, solidified by cement
As your head sticks out, I will smash it in
Your head is now severed, stuffed in your tomb!
Litany of Murder
I am listening to you die!
3. Ejaculate on Entrails
4. The Supreme Art of Derangement
I am your mind, I am your thought
Confined with my on disturbed existence
Through the sickening, supreme art of derangement
Regretfully, you disdain my art
As you become my next victim
That of death, and domination
You will soon see my developed system
I have called the supreme art of derangement
I control you
Waiting, hunting, so patiently
You're like a child, so naive to the fact
That I will strip you of life
Your ignorance is so pathetic
Strategically, to my advantage
In these depths that I call my mind
Desensitized to the fact that you are now dead
You lay there calm and quiet
So serene and tranquil, still
I am your blood, I am your rupture
I am your dominion
I am your suffering
You have since expired, but who is really truly dead
I, I am your power, I am your God
Dictating your actions, I am your only light
All hope, of us escaping, is completely gone
Come with me my children, don't forget you chose this
I control your life now, I have since perfected..
The supreme deed, the supreme need
Supreme art of derangement
Why can't I see, how can't I see?
That it is I, who is deranged
I cannot see, how could it be
Since it is I who perfected
The supreme deed, the supreme need,
The supreme art of derangement!
5. Anger
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