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DYSCRASIA LYRICS
"Hundreds of Gaping Wounds" (2001 Demo)
1. Retching Up Aborted Feces
2. Hundreds Of Gaping Wounds
3. Crisp Chunks Of Carnage
4. Rotten Body Fluids (Embalmer cover)
1. Retching Up Aborted Feces
Retching Up Aborted Feces
Taken to the woods, tied to a tree
Forced to disrobe, with a knife to the throat
Yours screams will go unheard, they excite me even more
I force my cock, into her tight virgin ass
The blood begins to flow freely
Lubricated with shit and gore
My desire is to kill
With no relent I hack at her back
Falling in and out of consciousness
From rapid loss of blood
I shove my fist into her anus
Ripping out her colon
Dripping with fresh human waste
Licking my lips, I eat her shit
I love it, I vomit with delight
Gagging on chunks of fresh human organs
I jack off on her bloodstained cunt
The wretched stench of leaking gastric juice
Makes me salivate all over myself
Settling for no less that pure mutilation
Slipping a noose around your neck
Hoist up your limp, ragdoll corpse
I1m getting no where with my blade
I itch to unveil my new chainsaw
Retching Up Aborted Feces
2. Hundreds Of Gaping Wounds
Hundreds of Gaping Wounds
Nailgun aimed, point-blank
Quickly squeeze the trigger
Penetrate through to the other side
Exit wound spurts
My mouth is open and ready
Waiting to be drenched in red
We must
Commence
This sickening
Ritual
Witness this atrocity
Nailed to the wall
Hundreds of gaping wounds
Cover your desecrated body
Indulge, let me taste it
Indulge, choking on your own blood
My epitome of murderous conceptions
I've realized you'll be my symbiote
Aiding my lust, living inside me
Feeding my fetish for flesh
Strip it off, by the slice
Now you're bleeding, skinless
You whisper to me internally
Proposing your deathly inquiry
Put a nail in your forehead
Kill yourself, set us free
Set us free
3. Crisp Chunks Of Carnage
Crisp Chunks of Carnage
An end, to this world, I'll see you all die
Rape this earth, with malevolent, flame
I'll see your skin, slowly melt off, your body
The stench of burnt flesh, disgusting, it makes me vomit
Regurgitate, warm giblets, of an earlier snack
Feasting on, crisp chunks of, carnage
I love it, blood, vomit
Scorched to the bone
Now I must purify myself
I will not feel this pain
When I light myself on fire
With a stump from a charred corpse
These rotting amputees
Give me that special feeling
And so I ask myself
Why, oh, Why
Is this excruciating pain
Making me so horny
My erection grows
I lube up, my blackened beef, with cooked raw pus
To stimulate, the lacerated head of, my stiffened cock
Watching you suffocate on ashes
My eyes feast on you
Your burnt out sockets
Return my gaze
Beautiful
Leave this place to waste
4. Rotten Body Fluids (Embalmer cover)
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