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TREPHINATION LYRICS
"With War Come Atrocities" (2000 EP)
1. Cloned Reocurrences
2. Threading the Twine
3. Citadel
1. Cloned Reocurrences
No, I didn't do anything!
Ask my skeleton because my brain will lie to you.
My mouth will prove it.
So don't tell me I'm in trouble.
No, 'out there' is where you should look.
Go find my double!
No, it was my clone!
Get your filthy hands off me!
I'll kill your whole fucking family pig!
I said get them off!
666 base pair encoding comprised from Far A
induced through mass spectrometry.
Din carbazole degradation, metacleavage enzymes,
hydrolase characterization.
The oligonucleotide is known,
the precise location of the disrupted subclone.
Somatic nuclear transfer technology,
replacing egg cells, creating a pregnancy.
Transfected embryonic brain DNA.
This procedure has left me completely insane.
While some mutant is raping this world
with my very same brain.
If I encounter this abomination of science
I know just what I'll do.
Exterminate with extreme prejudice,
believe me my words are true.
I wouldn't burn that ancient church to the ground!
I wouldn't murder that innocent catholic priest!
I wouldn't rape that little girl!
I'll stand trial for these atrocities, oh fuck this world!
I was arrested for genocide
during a murderous ethnic cleansing campaign.
Beholden to no nation or ideology.
The weak races were cast to the side,
the blood it fell like rain.
I laughed at the bloated bodies piled up
on the banks of the river, 50,000 less niggers.
I drank from the skulls of the dead, the men, women, and children
after my armies have killed them.
And I'll deny every word that I just said!
No, it was my clone!
Stop him now as he succeeds your throne!
I wouldn't spread the legs of the president's daughter!
I wouldn't chain that nigger to the bumper of my truck!
I wouldn't masturbate in the holy water!
For these trials shall reoccur, as was expected.
2. Threading the Twine
Blind with despair, I untangle the vines
And despondently prepare for threading the twine.
An umbilical connection to death and beyond this world.
The pain of being born is looked upon with scorn
From eyes deep within, as I feel the noose tighten just below my chin.
At last I'll be free from the burdens of being.
My meaningless birth forgotten as I hang from my rope
rigid and rotten.
How am I going to look with my tongue hanging out
and my face turning black? Sinuous declivity…
A conveying suicide, mine own murderer.
With the slipknot behind my left ear,
I anticipate choking to death slowly.
But with a crushed spinal cord and a broken neck
And violent shudders I asphyxiate.
A foul stench of death will follow as I simultaneously
urinate, ejaculate, and defecate from convulsive spasms.
My garroted desistance exhibits ill sentiments towards
All those subsisting contently.
A petechial admonition encompasses my face
From bursting blood vessels and oxygen starved cells.
Behold the V-shaped bruise on my neck!
Or will a violent jerk cause decapitation?
3. Citadel
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