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HEADMEAT LYRICS
"Homicidal Intent" (2001 Demo)
1. Rest in Pieces
2. Bastard Child
3. Cynical Philantrophy
4. The morbid deceased
5. Despair
1. Rest in Pieces
Disguised and unobserved,
deluding my victim,
not aware of things to come.
Tied up and tortured,
pain overcomes consciousness,
drown her in the bathtub.
Submerging in shit,
contaminated arse lust,
eat my excremental art.
Her face grinding in her own gore,
the essence of pure discharging.
It’s time to face her mortal destiny,
ominous laughter resounding.
Chorus:
Rest in pieces
Rest in pieces
Rest in pieces
Rest in pieces of feces!!!
Smash her head on the wall,
kick her teeth as she fall.
Disfigure, molest and fart,
or even better, rip her apart.
Limbs and face teared up,
a dissected human corpse.
Lying headless in the bath,
or should I say bloodbath?
Chorus:
Rest in pieces
Rest in pieces
Rest in pieces
Rest in pieces of feces!!!
2. Bastard Child
Your son, a result of sepsis,
just another forme of adultery.
Aprobated by your “holy” intentions,
misled through your hypocrisy.
Chorus:
Bastard child,
bastard child,
you gave birth to malformation.
Bastard child,
bastard child,
killed by your own creation.
Maria, the virgin mother,
a whore with lack of attention.
Laying in the gutter for so long,
all she wanted was a good
FUCK!!!
3. Cynical Philantrophy
You will die,
you will die,
you will die,
I’m your assassin.
you will die,
you will die,
I’m your assassin.
One...
shot in the knees,
while breaking your arms.
Impaled are his eyes,
as blood sticks on my fingers.
Hacking off some limbs,
twisting badly your spine.
Mutilating your face as sudden...
a glimpse of an axe
is kissing your skull into pieces.
Head separated from body,
and piss flows out of your
carcass.
Chorus:
Cynical philanthropy
Cynical philanthropy
Cynical philanthropy
I’m your originator,
reshape your fuckin’ body.
A life just useless.
4. The morbid deceased
How can one describe
the stench of rotten bodyparts,
or the view of sweet little
infant arms pulled out.
Meathooks ripping through
their flesh and brains.
Chorus:
Innocent and harmless,
screaming out their lungs.
Smell the morbid deceased,
surrender to your nature.
Gore and bowels on fire,
to burn all their sins.
All hope ends here,
no one wins.
Blood sipping on the wall as
human corpses are impaled.
Your throat sliced open.
See your head falling off.
Death surrounds the air,
putrefied and left behind.
Chorus:
Innocent and harmless,
screaming out their lungs.
Smell the morbid deceased,
surrender to your nature.
Driven by sickness,
or maybe just hate?
Who will tell anyone,
for them it’s too late!!
5. Despair
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