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HAEMORRHAGE LYRICS
"Loathesongs" (2000 EP)
1. Intro-Megaton (Defecation)
2. Vestige Of Earthly Remains (Defecation)
3. Pyosisified (Rotten to the Gore) (Carcass)
4. Premature Autopsy (Entombed)
5. Disgorging Foetus (Regurgitate)
6. Oozing Molten Gristle (Haemorrhage)
7. Dear Uncle Creepy (Impetigo)
8. Fascist Pig (Suicidal Tendencies)
9. M.A.D. (Cryptic Slaughter)
10. Satanic Masowhore (Impaled Nazarene)
11. Doctor Doctor (UFO)
1. Intro-Megaton (Defecation)
2. Vestige Of Earthly Remains (Defecation)
[originally by Defecation]
decline of the human empire
mans existence has expired
disintegration in a flash of light
wreckage is what is left in sight
the scars of life are left behind
what has happened to mankind?
now our world is left in rubble
we should have known we were in trouble
vestiges and decay
the earth is left this way
ashes the only trace
now a lonely place
shifting through remains
nothing here to gain
lifeless barren zone
and I'm left here alone
human life is overthrown
look at what I once called home
this planet seen is left demolished
entity is now abolished
elimination we have achieved
from from the power of mans greed
ruins here and that is it
earth is left a pile of shit
3. Pyosisified (Rotten to the Gore) (Carcass)
[originally by Carcass]
The lingering scirrhus begins to harden
As the insides fall prey to putrefaction
Rotting tissue turns to mush and pulp
As your mind is torn by encephalitis
Your cavities rot with ulcers
Your infected inflammations torn
Your gizzards eaten by incursive decay
You're infernally rotten to the gore...
Juices digested from each pus-swollen pore
Insatiable hunger as I feast on the gore
Nothing gives me greater pleasure
Than a bowlful of chyme
Maggot infested kidneys
Are what I choose every time
The smell of plaguing infection
Is nauseatingly emetic
Prolonged spumescence of stale pus
Stinks like hot, putrid vomit
Your body is indurate
The insides are black as tar
Your innards gnawed by septic hate
Now a mass of empyaema
Your blood is caked
Dried and inconsistent
Your bloody rotten gore
Is now vitrescent
4. Premature Autopsy (Entombed)
5. Disgorging Foetus (Regurgitate)
6. Oozing Molten Gristle (Haemorrhage)
Putrefied to the bone
Necrobiosis undergone
Hypostasis stains your back
Livor mortis is turning black
Oozing cavities - foul necrosis of the skin
Rancid Putrilage - vile corruption of the flesh
Nematodes - protozoa
Ileum plagued with bacterial spawn
Reeking ammonia and sulphide
Gas ruptures your soggy insides
Oozing cavities - foul necrosis of the skin
Rancid Putrilage - vile corruption of the flesh
Molten gristle - flaked tissues
Rotting innards leaking foetid fumes
Lard decays ... fermenting entrails
Melting guts ... pungent fluids
Liquefied into mush
Muscles macerated in septic pus
Sticky visceral jelly
Dissolved by autolyctic enzymes
Oozing cavities - foul necrosis of the skin
Rancid Putrilage - vile corruption of the flesh
Molten gristle - dead tissues
Rotting innards leaking foetid fumes ...
7. Dear Uncle Creepy (Impetigo)
[originally by Impetigo]
Dear Uncle Creepy, it's been years
Morbid fantasy exterminate my childhood fears
Some of the crap that's out these days
Is such a bore to me!
Dear Uncle Creepy
The shit they call "horror" in the comic store
Nobody's got that style anymore!
Pre-code classics provide the chills
This high-tech bullshit never will!
As far as movies are concerned.
There's plenty out that should be burned
The horror's gone, big budget's here
Whatever happened to the meaning of FEAR ???
Dear Uncle Creepy, it's a crying shame
The "terror" of the 80's is so fucking LAME!
Whatever happened to the good ol' days
Has you and Cousin Eerie turning in your graves!
8. Fascist Pig (Suicidal Tendencies)
[originally by Suicidal Tendencies]
Tense atmosphere in the air
Riot written everywhere
Riot squads coming from over there
Time to go home if you're square
Riot squad, bash their heads
Kick their ass until they're dead
I want to be a fascist pig
Love to fight, what a thrill
We don't stop until we kill
I want to be a fascist pig
Throw a bottle in the air
Put them up to their dare
We'll just laugh while they stare
Let them hit us, see if we care!
Get attacked by them
You'll never heal
They'll rob your conscience
Your sanity they'll steal
They'll beat your brains until they spill
That's the fascist favorite meal!
9. M.A.D. (Cryptic Slaughter)
[originally by Cryptic Slaughter]
Mad - mutually assured destruction
Mad - killed by inner combustion
Mad - death throughout the nation
Mad - total annihilation
Both Russia and the U.S.
Don't want to be second best
Build more bombs to be ahead
Until the day that we're all dead
I see no reason for us to fight
You are wrong and we are right
All the money that you've spent
Should be used in disarmament
Join the army, see the world
But you're signing up for war
Taught to kill men or child
The more you kill, the more they smile
After talks and all's been said
War is over, both countries dead
The people gone, now it's too late
We've all shock the hand of fate
The children of today
Are the killers of tomorrow
Nothing in their future
Except for pain and sorrow
They'll send us off to war,
To pay their cost
Even if the war is won,
We're the ones who lost
10. Satanic Masowhore (Impaled Nazarene)
[originally by Impaled Nazarene]
Damnation war - genocide
Putrefacted war, dead rotten bodies in sight
Will you bleed, for your bride?
Necromayhemic gays, centuries ago died...
Will you bleed, will you confess,
Everlasting sins, for your bride!
My lord... your satanic whore!
Will you bleed, will you confess,
Everlasting sins, for your bride!
Wartime pray, time to die,
Skinned alive, you will bleed...
11. Doctor Doctor (UFO)
Doctor doctor, please
Oh, the mess I’m in
Doctor doctor, please,
Oh the mess I’m in
She walked up to me
And really stole my heart
And then she started
To take my body apart
*livin’, lovin’, I’m on the run
Far away from you
Livin’, lovin’, I’m on the run
So far away from you
Doctor doctor, please
Oh, I’m goin’ fast
Doctor doctor, please,
Oh, I’m goin’ fast
It’s only just a moment,
She’s turnin’ paranoid
That’s not a situation for a nervous boy
Doctor doctor, please
Oh, the mess I’m in
Doctor doctor, please,
Oh, the mess I’m in
But you look so angry
As I crawled across your floor
She’s got the strain,
And I can’t take any more
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