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How To Lose A Harlot In 10 Days - Song I Wrote
Posted May 12 | Leave a Comment
I can feel, You under my skin. Your living decay obvious, This helter skelter is coming to an end. Your glass full of poison, I toast to an untimely death. Weeks go by you've been on my mind, Now I clear my conscious. This pain that's felt like forever, Gives me no remorse and all the motive. Things I though where real, Just another lie in this thing called life. You make me fucking sick, Sick desires now are filled. Your pulse begins to slow, A new meaning to send the pain belo… read more
Gore Vision Goggles - Song I Wrote
Posted April 25 | Leave a Comment
Putrid rotting filth and decay, This never ending trick with no treat. Bought from a comic book back, Organs exposed, Pupils are popping. Ruptured guts wrapped in torn flesh, Cannibals feasting. Zombies galore, Heads on spikes with brains oozing. Slit throats all over, These rivers made of new born fetuses. Veins pour dried blood, This rust covered dust flows through the air. Gore Vision Goggles, A Thousand deaths you will see. Gore Vision Goggles, Corrupt thoughts all ther… read more
Brainsick Speculations - Song I Wrote
Posted April 24 | Leave a Comment
Like clock work and gears, This man decays with time. Visions of dementia, His organs slowly fail. The thoughts never leave his mind, So many unworthy scum bags. I fail to see the equality in this world, Eradicate this filth from my eyes. The scapel hungers for flesh, Putrid blood will spill from hollow veins. A new genocide, Or euthenasia of the fucked. I feel no pity, Fuck remorse. I will rest well knowing you rot before me, Rigor mortis is a beautiful thing. This closet of b… read more
Sinister To The Touch - Song I Wrote
Posted April 22 | Leave a Comment
Breathe .... I said breathe, Breathe mother fucker while I stomp on your throat. A sinister plan to the fucking touch, Your remains will be left undiscovered. The autopsy that will never take place, To reveal pick axe wounds in the back of your brain. It must be hard to breathe with ribs in your lungs, The blood seaps out from your broken mouth. Boredom takes over and your orifices are now sealed, This murder fucking sinister to the touch. This slasher will live to see another day,… read more
Prone To Disease - Song I Wrote
Posted April 22 | Leave a Comment
This case is rare, Disease riddled organs pertrude from the patients chest. He is truely made for death, All chances abandonded we'll sit and watch. I question god while I witness this atrosity, Pupil dialation cannot be seen with blood renched tears pouring. Bowels filled with your innards, Body consuming itself. Brain oozing out of your nose. What once was blood is now your eyes, Falling from there sockets. Your veins burst out from your arms, A modern day spectical. Pleas… read more
Nice Shirt, Cow Fucker - Song I Wrote
Posted April 22 | Leave a Comment
Where's town? Back The way you came boy. SCREAAAAAAAM! Hands bound dried pig intestines, Mouth gagged with barbwire. Here's a salute to the filth of America, Fucking redneck rejects of this world. They will have there revenge, Corpse by corpse. Here come the fun, Spread your legs. Your bastard child will keep you alive. As it exits the whomb, He crackles manically. The last thing you'll see, Is a blood covered infant. And this fucking gun in your face. YEEEHAW! read more
Preschool Prostitute - Song I Wrote
Posted April 22 | Leave a Comment
Your think you're cute? The bullshit you pull, Is gonna get you 6 feet in a hole. The only mind games we'll play, Consists of yours on the ground. Confused and worried, I begin to fester inside. Your screams for help, Will be my cries of joy. You make me fucking sick. So pathetic I gave it a second thought, No remorse as my scalpel digs through your flesh. My memories of pain are now since forgoten, As is the magled remains once known as a ... PRESCHOOL PROSTITUTE BITCH! read more
Internal Decomposition - Song I Wrote
Posted April 14 | Leave a Comment
Failing organs begin to fester, Your screams for help are left unheard. A ruptured gut begins to churn, Internal Decomposition left unseen. To the naked eye noone will believe, This death they are about to witness. Laying on the floor you barely move, As your bowels spill out. Now this External Decomposition everyone will see. [Not Much, But I Wrote It In Like 10 Mins Haha] read more
