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Defenestration
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Lyrics by Lord Worm
Oh what a gal!
She seems such a perfect victim:
This I can tell, for if beauty by guilt,
she's guilty
Ordinarily,
I'd not wish to frighten her or hurt her,
But such beauty inspires one
to give the gift of murder
She's the kind of girl you want to
run up and tackle through a window some floors up
and spatter you both to hell
Come and get it;
your stuffed bunny's at the window,
But not that far out...
Reach little one! Reach!...
Tantalized a child is want to
take a ill-considered
course of action; such is life:
is experience not bitter?
Leaning too far
out the open attic casement window,
baby plummets
to a messy death not so far below
Rend your flesh to ribbons
on shards of broken glass,
fading screams and abruptly:
Psychopathologist
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Effervescing entrails corroding after years
The stench of the canker brings me no tears
Festering tumours of cancerous decay
Gnawed and chewed by maggots with malicious hate
I like to slide my hand inside your stomach
And rip out the putrid remains,
Drink the pus and munch on the internal organs
Until all the casket is drained.
It's fun being a pathologist - slicing up corpses
Especially when they have just been exhumed,
I like doing autopsies on festering carcasses -
I get high sniffing on all the fumes
(Solo: Inquisitive Brutality)
The sound of rancid juices sloshing around your coffin
The mould and the gore remind me of that you're rotting
Congealed blood clotted around both sets of veins
The beautiful colour of your decomposing brain
Oxidised Razor Masticator
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Chomping and splicing, your gums sliced to shreds
Tattered bloody ribbons, incisored skin is shred
Scraping on sore teeth, cracking and chipping
Shredding and mincing raw nerve endings
Salivating - sanguis, phlegm, froth and foam
Masticating - your mandible stripped to the bone
Mangling your tongue, bloody torn and dripping
The swollen savage muscle frayed and blistering
Your vocal chords severed, your lips are mutilated
Masticating carved palate as your mouth is grated
Only raw gargles croak from your throat
A trickling death-rasp as you choke
A silly grin carved from ear to ear
Spurting mucus and tongue as your wind-pipe tears
Gaping and sore
The rusty razors bore
Skin hangs and seeps
Peptic ulcers bleed
Your mouth is a sea of cartilage, rabid saliva bleeds
Swallowing shredded tongue and pulverized, crunching teeth
Respirating a bolus of rusty razor blades
Asphyxiating bloody garotte, tearing your jugular vein
Vomited Anal Tract
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Oral eruption
Rectal extroversion...
Your vagus implodes, as nausea strikes
Savaging your body in terminal retch
Violent spasms and decaying enzymes
Engulf your throat as you belch
Intestinal disturbance, your ileum turns inside-out
Your duodenum is thrust up towards your mouth
Your pancreas excretes stale septic pus
Your whole digestive system is now a sticky mush
Rectal vomit in your thorax
Retch your anal tract
Liquidized oesophagus mixes with bloodied excretion
As you pathetically gasp for breath
The stench of hot faeces scorch your nose
As you violently vomit to death
Your intestines are rising, up towards your throat
Stale bile escaping through your bloodied nose
Your colon digested into acidic slush
Your tongue gargling on your dislocated anus
The night of timeless fire is drawing near
I flee... Throughout the years of throe
Watching through a mirror, as I fall apart
I see a wreck, I'm burning
I see angels burning, falling down in ruins
Looking down I see me, I'm my own enemy
Watching myself decaying, falling from high spirits
I flee... Throughout the ruins of me
Longing for finding my way out
Leaving myself, there's nothing left for me
The ruins are about to crumble down.
The flame is dying by shivery winds of jet black skies
It reflects hatred in my eyes
I see angels burning, falling down in ruins
Looking down I see my ashes scattered around my grave
Angels whispering fire, no longer I'm alive
Settled down I'm done with the trip to my kingdom come
Excoriating Abdominal Emanation
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Vilely I defile, chastise, humiliate
Writhing, agonised as I violate to impregnate
With lathering soaps and suds I slowly emenize
Innards gurgulate as they're sickly baptized...
Your rectum I will flood
With bleach, detergents and suds...
Rupturing your gall-blader
Liver bleached and soaked
Lungs now flooded
With bicarbonates and boiling soap
Orifices pumped and plugged
Rectal membrane split
Evaporating your bowels
Anal muscle rips...
I grope in the grime, the evaporating motions slush
Pulverising your gut, in my rubber boots and gloves
Your nates purple and raw, brillo pads scour and cleanse
Sticking plasters on abrased organs, to try and make amends...
...Scour...abrase...scrub...erase....
Your innards I corrode
This process you will loathe
Your innards I evacuate
With my crude methods of hate
(Solo: rectal intubation with intolerable hot enema)
Anal track acidically removed
Along with rotten entrails and stools
Disembowelling in my rage
in your colostomy you suffocate
...Scour...abrase...scrub...erase....
Sadistically sodomizing with my instruments of grime
Force-feeding it down your throat if I find the time
Vaseline and talc soothe the gored ano-obliteration
Sardonically I gloat on your rectal dislocation
Seething with carnage lust
As the plastic tubing in enthrust...
Rupturing your gall-blader
Liver bleached and soaked
Lungs now flooded
With bicarbonates and boiling soap
Orifices pumped and plugged
Rectal membrane split
Evaporating your bowels
Anal muscle rips...
The anus sucked inside out, my victim now distraught
Rectal tissue I scald, as I boil the inner core
The orifice now clean - sanitised, red and raw
Brutally impaling your rectum, this process I adore....
...Scour...abrase...scrub...erase....
Your innards I corrode
This process you will loathe
Your innards I evacuate
With my crude methods of hate
Anal track acidically removed
Along with rotten entrails and stools
Disembowelling in my rage
in your colostomy you suffocate
Comparing the oral tradition by which the bible was passed down indicates that either you are actively spreading propoganda against it, or are simply ignorant...
If so, I may have to take up the profession of a pathologist...
10. I'm A Pathologist
I love my job
as many people do
because of my profession
my sickest dreams came true
They laughed at me
because I am an alcoholic
Now I hate mankind
I'm totally misanthropic
I am a worker of death
I'm a pathologist
I'll meet you when you are dead
My morgue awaits for you
I sniff some cocaine
I'm going to cut you in two
the bistoury in my hand
I'm ready to dissect
Alcohol inside my veins
The feast starts again
Slashdot Mirror
stopped short oh no... I went back in, I forgot my indo
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my cock
Holy shit it failed on linux?! Get John Ashcroft on the horn...
I like my kibbles and bits
love me
fuck you you fucking fuck
Go away fag... you cower at my firstpostness
good things come to those who are speedy
/.... you fucking suck
eat a dick
Hail Satan 66666666666666666666666666666666
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My cock, your ass
My dick, your cash
I agree with you
Rapture
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Confront me unholy ones
Bastard saints scorn of the earth
I summon thee now poison me
Death under will burn in my soul
Exalt me enemies of the lamb
Intrude - We are of one
Under will, I walk the path of sin
With your spells I die again
Raise me from mortal
My will be your will
My words speak your words
Your pains raise me to bliss
What of this anger now
Received to lance your enemy
I feel the energy
The poison moves in me
I spill blood
Scorn of the earth, I witness
In rapture I'm born again
Scorn of the light, I bear scorn
In rapture I'm reborn
Defenestration
Find this song on Sheet music, CD
Lyrics by Lord Worm
Oh what a gal!
She seems such a perfect victim:
This I can tell, for if beauty by guilt,
she's guilty
Ordinarily,
I'd not wish to frighten her or hurt her,
But such beauty inspires one
to give the gift of murder
She's the kind of girl you want to
run up and tackle through a window some floors up
and spatter you both to hell
Come and get it;
your stuffed bunny's at the window,
But not that far out...
Reach little one! Reach!...
Tantalized a child is want to
take a ill-considered
course of action; such is life:
is experience not bitter?
Leaning too far
out the open attic casement window,
baby plummets
to a messy death not so far below
Rend your flesh to ribbons
on shards of broken glass,
fading screams and abruptly:
Defenestration
Psychopathologist
Find this song on Sheet music, CD
Effervescing entrails corroding after years
The stench of the canker brings me no tears
Festering tumours of cancerous decay
Gnawed and chewed by maggots with malicious hate
I like to slide my hand inside your stomach
And rip out the putrid remains,
Drink the pus and munch on the internal organs
Until all the casket is drained.
It's fun being a pathologist - slicing up corpses
Especially when they have just been exhumed,
I like doing autopsies on festering carcasses -
I get high sniffing on all the fumes
(Solo: Inquisitive Brutality)
The sound of rancid juices sloshing around your coffin
The mould and the gore remind me of that you're rotting
Congealed blood clotted around both sets of veins
The beautiful colour of your decomposing brain
Oxidised Razor Masticator
Find this song on Sheet music, CD
Chomping and splicing, your gums sliced to shreds
Tattered bloody ribbons, incisored skin is shred
Scraping on sore teeth, cracking and chipping
Shredding and mincing raw nerve endings
Salivating - sanguis, phlegm, froth and foam
Masticating - your mandible stripped to the bone
Mangling your tongue, bloody torn and dripping
The swollen savage muscle frayed and blistering
Your vocal chords severed, your lips are mutilated
Masticating carved palate as your mouth is grated
Only raw gargles croak from your throat
A trickling death-rasp as you choke
A silly grin carved from ear to ear
Spurting mucus and tongue as your wind-pipe tears
Gaping and sore
The rusty razors bore
Skin hangs and seeps
Peptic ulcers bleed
Your mouth is a sea of cartilage, rabid saliva bleeds
Swallowing shredded tongue and pulverized, crunching teeth
Respirating a bolus of rusty razor blades
Asphyxiating bloody garotte, tearing your jugular vein
Yes, but they do listen to death metal there
Vomited Anal Tract
Find this song on Sheet music, CD
Oral eruption
Rectal extroversion...
Your vagus implodes, as nausea strikes
Savaging your body in terminal retch
Violent spasms and decaying enzymes
Engulf your throat as you belch
Intestinal disturbance, your ileum turns inside-out
Your duodenum is thrust up towards your mouth
Your pancreas excretes stale septic pus
Your whole digestive system is now a sticky mush
Rectal vomit in your thorax
Retch your anal tract
Liquidized oesophagus mixes with bloodied excretion
As you pathetically gasp for breath
The stench of hot faeces scorch your nose
As you violently vomit to death
Your intestines are rising, up towards your throat
Stale bile escaping through your bloodied nose
Your colon digested into acidic slush
Your tongue gargling on your dislocated anus
(Solo: Grotesque Anal Disgorgement)
Downfall
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The night of timeless fire is drawing near
I flee... Throughout the years of throe
Watching through a mirror, as I fall apart
I see a wreck, I'm burning
I see angels burning, falling down in ruins
Looking down I see me, I'm my own enemy
Watching myself decaying, falling from high spirits
I flee... Throughout the ruins of me
Longing for finding my way out
Leaving myself, there's nothing left for me
The ruins are about to crumble down.
The flame is dying by shivery winds of jet black skies
It reflects hatred in my eyes
I see angels burning, falling down in ruins
Looking down I see my ashes scattered around my grave
Angels whispering fire, no longer I'm alive
Settled down I'm done with the trip to my kingdom come
Excoriating Abdominal Emanation
Find this song on Sheet music, CD
Vilely I defile, chastise, humiliate
Writhing, agonised as I violate to impregnate
With lathering soaps and suds I slowly emenize
Innards gurgulate as they're sickly baptized...
Your rectum I will flood
With bleach, detergents and suds...
Rupturing your gall-blader
Liver bleached and soaked
Lungs now flooded
With bicarbonates and boiling soap
Orifices pumped and plugged
Rectal membrane split
Evaporating your bowels
Anal muscle rips...
I grope in the grime, the evaporating motions slush
Pulverising your gut, in my rubber boots and gloves
Your nates purple and raw, brillo pads scour and cleanse
Sticking plasters on abrased organs, to try and make amends...
...Scour...abrase...scrub...erase....
Your innards I corrode
This process you will loathe
Your innards I evacuate
With my crude methods of hate
(Solo: rectal intubation with intolerable hot enema)
Anal track acidically removed
Along with rotten entrails and stools
Disembowelling in my rage
in your colostomy you suffocate
...Scour...abrase...scrub...erase....
Sadistically sodomizing with my instruments of grime
Force-feeding it down your throat if I find the time
Vaseline and talc soothe the gored ano-obliteration
Sardonically I gloat on your rectal dislocation
Seething with carnage lust
As the plastic tubing in enthrust...
Rupturing your gall-blader
Liver bleached and soaked
Lungs now flooded
With bicarbonates and boiling soap
Orifices pumped and plugged
Rectal membrane split
Evaporating your bowels
Anal muscle rips...
The anus sucked inside out, my victim now distraught
Rectal tissue I scald, as I boil the inner core
The orifice now clean - sanitised, red and raw
Brutally impaling your rectum, this process I adore....
...Scour...abrase...scrub...erase....
Your innards I corrode
This process you will loathe
Your innards I evacuate
With my crude methods of hate
Anal track acidically removed
Along with rotten entrails and stools
Disembowelling in my rage
in your colostomy you suffocate
Comparing the oral tradition by which the bible was passed down indicates that either you are actively spreading propoganda against it, or are simply ignorant...
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If so, I may have to take up the profession of a pathologist...
10. I'm A Pathologist
I love my job
as many people do
because of my profession
my sickest dreams came true
They laughed at me
because I am an alcoholic
Now I hate mankind
I'm totally misanthropic
I am a worker of death
I'm a pathologist
I'll meet you when you are dead
My morgue awaits for you
I sniff some cocaine
I'm going to cut you in two
the bistoury in my hand
I'm ready to dissect
Alcohol inside my veins
The feast starts again
I am a worker of death
I'm a pathologist
Pathology is my life
My obsession until I die
I am a worker of death
I'm a pathologist
to days gone by
Sing with me the songs we knew
At the shrine of friendship
Raise your glass high
Let the wine of friendship
Never run dry
If I die, I die with you!
my COCK!