Suffocation

I sit as tomorrow I die and today I will unburden my soul. These =events have tortured me, and destroyed me. I can still hear her =faint screams engulfed in the atmosphere around me. The stench of =ammonia still encircles the room where her disemboweled corpse lies. =One night returning home, much intoxicated, I fancied my wife to =avoid me.I seized her with the fury of a demon instantaneously possessed. I =knew myself no longer. My very soul, at once to leave my body =and a more fiendish malevolence, gin - nurtured, thrilled every =fibre of my frame.At an instant, I grabbed the knife from the kitchen and left an =incision from ear to ear. In turn, her limp weak corpse fell =instantaneously. I, in return having received much pleasure from the =initial blow, had begun to cut into her abdomen. Once inside, I =began exploring the regions of her innards. The warm blood still =running, the warm blood still running down my hands is cold and =damp.I began to remove her intestines, stopping to take a little nibble =or tow. Her uterus seems to mesmerize me as I bury my head into it =and lose myself into a world of the subconscious. For now I know the =many pleasures of my wife, and I will soon be joining her. (Solo: =Hobbs)

Eulogy inscribed in the scrolls of humanity.
Ancient scriptures of predicted demise.
A world encased in the womb of it's ignorance. =
Extinction will be swift, relentless butchery.
The structure collapses, spewing forth mutation.
Plague bathes the earth from infected skies.
Chaotic saturation into the pores of existence.
Breeding the spawn.
Effigy awake in it's mummified region.
Silent tombs concealed from the light.
Grueling afterlife christened by their deaths.
Malignant offspring of decrepit birth.
Impurity of souls.
Visions of the agony tightly close the weeping sky.
Spirits of what will be invert the earth unfertile.
Anxiously await reprisal for the deprived life.


Horrifying rituals of unorthodox intelligence.
Premature suffering from within their charred domain.
Altering the promises of peaceful rest and afterlife.
Hideous denial of a once forgotten life.
Ascending messiah.
Conqueror of the apocalypse.
Divine majesty.
Giver of supreme entity.
Churches rise from disturbed grounds.
Symphony of depression purifies.
All will be altered.
The dead choir will sing.
Hymns of blasphemous irreverence.

Shapeless beings of unknown origin.
Scanning the cosmic blackened abyss.
Planting the seed of their horror and hatred.
Mankind was created to be violent and sick.
Feasting on the screams of the pain we inflict.
Led down the path of our own extermination.
They plant a device to watch us all.
To see the way we will evolve.
Tampering with the subconscious.
They hold our fate.
Twisting the minds of the people.
With whom they create.
Breeding our lives with insanity.
To purge my spirit's enslavery.
They're feeding off of our hatred.
They will then devour.


Withdraw our life's blood from within us.
To reproduce their own kind.
Infant of theirs to vanquish life.
The brood of hatred now swells within.
Screaming.
Your lives begin to decimate.
Pleading.
Provoking horror, dealing our fate.
Put here only to replenish the substance.
In which they need.
And now you see all hope is lost and gone.
To reveal reincarnation.

Why do you torment me?
You make me hate my existence.
You will soon surpass your own fucking life.
Now the time has come for you to see your death.
I cut your flesh.
I receive much pleasure.
As you start to bleed.
I no longer control my urges.
The feeling is so complete.
I'm finally at one with myself.
Now that I control the rest of your existence.
How does it feel to be in pain and misery.
For many years you made me feel that way.
I praised you for so long.
I'm now your God.
I cannot control my urges.
Now I must take my revenge.
I slice at you.
You begin to die.
The pleasure was all yours.
To have the strength to leave and not look back.


To give up completely.
No more will to survive.
Now that all is done.
My completed masterpiece.
This sinful life of mine.
Will not go to waste.
The pleasure's all mine.
To have taken your mortal life.
I am what you created.
To inflict my own pain and misery.
You manipulated my mind.
Filled it with your lies.
Feasted on my soul.
Destroyed my will.
Now there's nothing.
No reason for reason.
Now I must take life.
To repent my sins.

Penetrate the minds of those misfortuned at birth.
Murder is etched in the deepest chasms of the soul.
Salvation stripped from the origin of existence.
Obstinacy abandons, as you yield your world to me.
Decree of my darkest dreams.
Memories of my future.
Welcome to my church.
Sodomize my cross for it now marks your existence.
Dismissal of lucivity, consume my body and blood.
Supplicate for death, obscurity condemns the structure.
Spectral abominations, the gathering of souls.
Befall the rise of inhumanity.
Returned to a land you've never been.


You kill again for the first time.
Recollections of what never was.
Decree of my darkest dreams.
Memories of my future.
Welcome to my church.
I am your savior.
Shapeless to your perception.
For I am you, pierced from within.
Pierced from within.

Reality suspends my present life.
Curious thoughts, I confront my mortality.
Uncertain to the laws of the unknown.
I have no fear in facing trials of the mind one by one.
Sifting through ossuaries of creation.
Looking for a worth, is existence pointless?
Perceptive to the truth, I never may return.
Resistance falling short, I sever all my ties one by one.
Vanish into the unseen origins of infinity.
A pleasant swim in the seas of dormant ecstacy.
A state of being I could spend with all of eternity.
Suspended above the remains of what I used to be.
I can see things not capable of imagining.
The explanation of my mind has progressed me endlessly.
Things that once were illusions have become reality.
I perceive now what was never clear to me.
Unwelcomed kind.
No way to overcome, I'm disadvantaged prey.
My way back has been erased.
Torn from my bliss.


No longer bound in flesh, a dismembered soul.
Helpless to what I can't see.
Unwelcomed kind.
No way to overcome, a disembodied soul.
My way back has been erased.
I must focus on what I can't see.
Things done to me, I cannot explain.
Falling further from myself.
To give in would end all my pain.
Subconscious misery placed unto me.
Is their meaning to this life?
To break away transparent light.
The end is clearer.
Pass through the mirror.
I fade into the sky.
Hanging in the balance.
Drowning in the afterlife.

Chemicals revive my life, reanimated, brought back again.
My diametrical state has assured me eternal life.

Serum no longer fluid.
Respritoral terminus.
Artificial resurrection.
Dosage inefficiency.

Potency too weak to perfect.
Cartilage reaching gelency.
Misconception of technology.

Unknown duration to live.
Decadence, your state of being.
Putrification progresses.
Subside.



Bones that collapse in time will heal.
Brain patterns submerged in unconsciousness.
Only to be awakened by the peroneal senses.
To see once again, to be reborn.

Needles perforate my neck.
Cyanide smothers my existence.
My torso lies raped of essence.
Impotent state.
I cease to exist.
As my former self.
Synthetically revived.

The world in which we live has been plagued by the essance of the
beast.
Murdering had become a daily ritual.
The able - bodied minds of the world try to solve the problems.
With their pathetic solutions.
As long as the underworld has the upperhand, nothing will be solved.
I believe that which has been done to you should be done to others.
Kill the man who invades your world.
Violent acts of nature.
Have uplifted the roots of the earth.
Disasters which have not been seen for decades.
Have surfaced to a place which one was free of woe.
It's now filled with death and killing.
There is no cure.


We will soon be punished for what we have done.
I await the moment, I am prepared.
There will come a time in life to take control.
To protect thyself and my own.
I will kill if need be.
Society feeds on each other as prey.
I will not become a victim, rather a predator if needed.
Human life means little, little to me.
If you lash at me you have chosen your fate.
Life as you know will cease to exist.

The thought of killing entered my mind some time ago.
What possesses an individual to kill.
I have often pondered the thought.
Time and time again.
Now it's clear to me.
They want me to be part of this world they have created.
I say fuck you.
Don't tell me how to live.
Maybe if I eliminate the people.
Who fit this so - called mold.
My pain will finally be released.
And my mind free of thought.
The ax struck hard and fast.
Splitting the skull in two.
She fell instantly.
The blood spewed.
>From where her head used to be.
I then struck another blow.


Only the lives of others.
Can quench my harsh reality.
I received much excitement.
>From these two blows.
I must continue to strike her corpse.
Once again I brought the tool of my trade.
I proceeded to hack several more times.
A pile of flesh now lies before me.
Unrelenting need to fulfill my lust for death.
I must purge the world of it's filth.
Disorder scars my mind.
With killing fascination.
My tasks are far from done.
Everything must die.

Brain patterns altered since birth.
To serve the higher cause.
Pawns of twisted vision.
Manipulate to do thy bidding.
It is easy for them.
To control us this way.
To think is obsolete.
Therefore no way to question their rule.
A mindless, lifeless zombie.
To walk the rest of it's days.
There's only one law to serve them.
All else results in termination.
Breeding is done by means of test tubes.
It seems strange to me to end up this way.
Torn from my state of being.
Stripped of all my worth.
I can no longer feel what is being done to be.
I have awakened.
Yet cannot move.
Paralysis has stricken me.
I pray for death.
I cannot speak.
Enslavement now possesses me.
Bleed, bleed.


You scream at me.
Draining.
Worthless is my soul you say.
You feed the lie.
The collapse my will.
Feed, feed.
On what's left of me.
Eating away at a life I once lived.
You left me in your wake.
Or so you think.
Vigilant in your plans to deny.
You will not overtake.
To win the stakes.
I will not cower to your lies.
Your foolish greedy mind.
Is filled with selfish pride.
It will bring you to your knees.
Flailing in the cess.
This convoluted mess.
The origin of your disease.

Evil dwells within the inner sanctum of the mind. Each person has a =
piece of the puzzle locked inside. It only takes the right key to =
open the subconscious. Once inside, it feeds like a leech sucking =
the blood of an organism.
Until the whole bo
dy is infected with the disease. The mind then =
becomes cluttered with cloudy visions of death, killings and all =
other satanic biddings. It begins to affect thr train of thought. =
The limbs cease to function, they tend to run amok. Reaching out to =
grab a utensil of death.
Maybe starting with a finger or toe.

Once you've started, you can't withhold yourself from continuing. =
The pain you feel is a mere infractioin of the evil that dwells =
within your head.
You must continue to rid yoursel
f of the dreaded disease. Maybe if =
you cut it out, the eye of the plague that sweeps across your body, =


you could be whole again.
In order to tear this part of yourself, would bare to die a painful =
death.
It would include opening the skull cavity
and removing the brain.
An unspeakable horror that no being could handle.
Yet you feel as if this were your only hope.
Your prepare yoursefl for surgery.
Scalpel in hand, you thrust into the scalp.
The pain is unberable, but you continue making the
incision.
With drill in hand, you find the seed of the demon inside.
Blood spews over the walls as you drill deeper.
(Solo: Cerrito / Solo: Hobbs)

The beginning of sorrow has come.
You cannot build but can destroy with what is left on earth.
Damage, now permanent, is yet enhanced day by day by unstoppable =
greed.
You are never truly happy unless one suffers more than yourself.
The choice is none, you will live in a world where you must fight a =
battle.
Some weaker, some stronger, in termination we'll die as one.
We fight amongst ourselves, enhanced by racial difference.
Our hatred never to diminish, it's just growing and growing 'till =
out day of release.
We race towards the years of tribulation, where wars, plagues and =
the antichrist.
What is the antichrist?
What is it's form?
Questions still asked yet unanswered.
No need for answers, with it's arrival brings sorrow, a sorrwo sonn =


dealt upon all.
Perhaps it's a pestilence in a form of virus spreading in it's own =
epidemic.
Perhaps it is famine killing off millions.
Does this happen 'cause we lack enough food.
One man's greed affects others less privileged, a cruel form of =
population control.
Why does this happen?
It is predestined fate not open for reason or change.
It's all been predicted, we'll die in vast numbers of a sickness =
that has no known cure.
We'll play the unknowing yet all are aware tribulation is here now =
for sure.

Eulogy inscribed in the scrolls of humanity.
Ancient scriptures of predicted demise.
A world encased in the womb of it's ignorance. =
Extinction will be swift, relentless butchery.
The structure collapses, spewing forth mutation.
Plague bathes the earth from infected skies.
Chaotic saturation into the pores of existence.
Breeding the spawn.
Effigy awake in it's mummified region.
Silent tombs concealed from the light.
Grueling afterlife christened by their deaths.
Malignant offspring of decrepit birth.
Impurity of souls.
Visions of the agony tightly close the weeping sky.
Spirits of what will be invert the earth unfertile.
Anxiously await reprisal for the deprived life.


Horrifying rituals of unorthodox intelligence.
Premature suffering from within their charred domain.
Altering the promises of peaceful rest and afterlife.
Hideous denial of a once forgotten life.
Ascending messiah.
Conqueror of the apocalypse.
Divine majesty.
Giver of supreme entity.
Churches rise from disturbed grounds.
Symphony of depression purifies.
All will be altered.
The dead choir will sing.
Hymns of blasphemous irreverence.

The servant of the higher power is summoned by the emptiness of the =
lost souls. With wings extended, it sweeps across the land looking =
for it=B9s helpless victims. The young and old are it=B9s prey; the ones =
not strong enough to survive. With blood dripping from it=B9s talons =
and flesh between it fingers, it feast upon human prey. Fetuses =
decorated with blood. Wombs torn from their mothers; the beast has =
no feelings. It sees no remorse and pities the hopeless. It=B9s meal =
vast and plentiful, for there are many to feed upon. You see, there =
are too many who have no need to live and something has to clean it =


up. It comes with no warning and takes what is his. The old try to =
find their way through God. Yet they are following a lost cause. You =
see, in this world, he is God. No God can save you from him. The =
beast was called by your so called God to clean up what has been =
destroyed by the race that inhabits this planet. The beast is full
and the weak are scattered among the litter and trash. =

Tattooed from the camps that mark your existance on a planet
deranged from the minds of the Reds. Inferior race awaiting the
moment when you are dismissed from your service in life. Captive in
torment, the merciless slaughter of souls misfortuned at birth.
Taken from wombs before they are nurtured, subjected to torture
unknown. Where bodies once lay, the ground in now fertile to sprout
the tree of damnation. A sign of remembrance that brings forth the
hatred which haunts the deceivers of life. This deadly disease which
goes through one man, to speak upon one as inferior. Their heads
will hang low because in time they will acknowledge the human race
as the superior. Families incarcerated commit spousal murder to
avoid the sightly pain of their loved ones. Abducted while sane, now
insane, not by choice, It was forced by the crisis of murder.
Constant infanticide plagues loving mothers as their newborn is
placed in a bed of dead roses.

Murderous thoughts determined to push me to a permanent state of =
insanity. An insanity concealed but very much present, waiting to be =
released upon all. Those who deserve, and those innocently taken are =
now victims of a disease with no prejudice. No one is protected from =
the mind of a madman determined to bring upon harm. Death is more =
sevear for those vulnerable and weak. I have no patience for =
stupidity. No one can determin when their life will be taken, so why =
live your last days weak and feeble. I know to kill once will lead =
to killing again, to find which form of death is more pleasurable. I =
often thought of mummifying the victims to create a new trend of =
serial killing. The thought of bodies hangin, stripped of their =
internal organs for longer preservation, left in the woods for =


unsuspecting wanderers to reveal. I have not yet decided if the =
heads should be trophies or sold for use in occult rituals. If =
there's money in it, you can count me in. I often thought of =
dismemberment. How many limbs can be severed before death? Using =
different body parts from different victims to create one demented =
masterpiece. I would feed human flesh to my next unsuspecting =
victim, making sure they enjoyed it, to prove cannibalism isn't far =
from any of our minds. Animals eat animals, man can eat man. Why do =
I think this way? It's only getting worse.

Pressure on the inner walls of my brain grows heavier. I must =
alleviate the pain I feel, for soon many will die as they come =
before me with effortless attempts. The search for divine power =
beckons me and the only way to achieve is to destroy. Victims of a =
torn society lay in waste, as I pick through the bloody carcasses. =
Dead bodies just seem to fall before me. =
Saving the most edible morsels, the weak ones scatter. With bloody =
weapon in hand, I tear through the limbs. Cries of anguish filter =
through the land, echoing in the valley. Many have tried to come =
before me with effortless attempts. I sift my way through the fields =
of dead bodies, stopping to take a trophy or two.
=
The fields run deep and far, for I have killed m
any and I must =
travel far to reach my destination.


=
My final resting place, where I will be reborn. For now, the air is =
still, smell of dead bodies is ever so prevalent. I am the last and =
here I shall remain. The pain I have once felt is lifted from my =
being. Villages of useless waste, a race witch does not deserve to =
live. I reek havoc amongst the children from a present with no =
future,
For I am the strong and those who defy me lay in waste. The days of =
travel are long and the stench of how many I have killed lingers on.
I am tired and need rest, but the forces pulls me to my =
destination. =

Torn away from my state of being, chosen to be forgotten.
Unspeakable pain as I leave this solid structure.
As the earth becomes smaller, I reach a new plane.
One so distant from where I was conceived.
A heaping mass of fear is what we hold dear.
For our loved ones who go to heaven, thrown away even by God.
Sentenced to this celestial cell.
How can life after death be more serene that life itself?
God has nothing to offer this decaying world.
All he will give is eternal misery.
How can life after death be more serene that life itself?


Effigy of the Forgotten
How can you cry when somebody dies?
The lord will greet him.
With open arms, that's what he wrote.
I will never believe them.
Victims of deception, forward to regression.
I must defy him.

Pray in homage under shadows of ancestry.
Conceptual lords above bathing in your inquiry.
Memorizing thoughts thought hallucinations of despair.
Imminence burns within, plague yourself to disrespect.
Battered visions, desolation drips into your eyes.
A feeling of oppresiveness that vastly clutters life.
Deviation scarred within, placed upon you from your birth.
Engaged with destitution, as it rips into your mind.
Morally detrimental.
Incapacitated existance.
Ignorent false worship.
Exit all that's insincere.
Rendered never to believ, never to place trust again.
Deny the cross you bear.
Resisting all religion, resisting infirmities.
Habitual infamy.
Malignant infatuation.
Reduces your will to live.
Illusive reality.
Images shred your mind to pieces.
Deception crowds you.


An infection of thoughts that God is there for you.
Condemnation.
Self - inflicted betrayal provoked by others.
Sink in deep depression.
States of mental turmoil.
Abdiction deplets.
Paralyzing conflicts.
Fear of retribution.
Catastrophic frenzies.
Burn within your mind.
Sifting through delusions.
Comatose with anguish.
Tribulation drowns all hope.
To live on.
Purge your soul in hate.
You're realizing you can't afford.
Brace yourself 'till all restistance ends.
Cut yourself and release the blood.

Exhume the wretched body from it's timeless slumber.
Thrashing the tomb to reveal what's inside.
A maggot infested corpse stares dismal.
Inhabited by worms chewing holes through your carcass.

These ancient lands beckoned the burial of humans.
The infertile soil infecting the crypts.
Of the once deceased bodies not through decomposure.
Ending their peace, their chances of hell.



A vomit type substance is formed from it's innards.
A festering slime that revels inside.

The substance erupts and it's stomach bursts open.
Forced down your throat to regurgitate life.

Nocturnal demon of hate, searching for his next prey.
Predator with no remorse, cannibalistic killing machine.
Attacking with demise, something to realise.
Stripped of your life, you=B9ll see, that it=B9s too late.
To save your fate, trembling of what=B9s to come.
He=B9ll testify, then crucify, as you die...in vein.
Eyes torn from their sockets, talons piercing the flesh.
Epidermic layers, torn from my chest.
Fear logged in your larynx, screams of torment trapped inside.


As you are left...left to die.
Bodies lie on the ground, victims of his killing spree.
Left here to die, to signify, his wrath of abolishment.
Corpses that lie, intensify, the way that you die.
Rotting flesh prevails, blood begins to hail from the sky above.
Masses of remains left here to lay before his alter.

Your entire life, your religion is embedded in your mind.
Words spoken from a book, tell you never to change.
After death you a taught, your soul will cleansed.
But even reduced to ashes, the misery still prevails.

The day has finally come for you to be put to rest.
As your body enters the furnace.

Searing fire begins it's path.
As your entity begins it's path.

There will be no rebirth of your soul.
Emptiness that clouds your depression.
Forced in to see the light, knowing Jesus wept.



Only one thing clinging to your mind.
The prayers to the feeble god whome you once believed in.

Looking at the mortals from your cauldron of pain.
Weeping as you know nothing will make this end.
But now an even greater pain engulfs you.
Reincremation did yuo no good, return to inflict others.

Your credulous family somehow hears your pitiful cries.
They take the urn which contains what is left of your mortal life.
It's taken back to the crematory to attempt once again.
The brutal burning of your soul, thought to cleanse.

Forced into your mind, passed down through the centuries,
Cultures will collide, holy wars for what?
Holy book of God, holy book of lies.
Chanting scriptures in vain,
Hoping to allow to rest,
Hopeful, peaceful life,
Compassion all but gone.
Effigy of what=B9s to come,
Hopeless, worthless dreams.
Sorrow scars your brain,
End the weak, all is dead.
Come see, my light.
Misguided fools, I shall guide.
Grant thyself, all your minds.
Liege Of Inveracity.


Follow still you will,
Puppets to take your lord.
Only gaining faith for,
An imminent demise.
Reduce your wretched mind,
With these false prophecies.
Now I will prevail,
All servants left to rot.
A new race I will now create,
As I end their pitiful lives.
My destiny has only begun,
To torture future minds.

Warfare, a promise to eliminate mankind.
The planet as we know it, taken by demented minds.
Warheads produced to exterminate the earth.
The sacrifice will lead us to our death, no rebirth.

No one has the power to declare this world to die.
Voting and electing the right to crucify.
Times of turmoil have decided what to do.
No need for common knowledge, we're through.

World explosion
Mass obliteration
... of a race.

Forced to live here day by day through day by day.


We dread the fear of living in the afterworld spirits of the dead.
Thoughts of nuclear holocaust that drive our world insane.
Woman and children forced and left to kill.

Through daily hibernation, manage to survive.
Sifting through, they must be found, extinction we provide.

PURIFY - the unholy land
EXTINCTION - the so called master race
CRUCIFY - the preachers of this hate
LIQUEFY - the minds of those they create.

Cremate the human race!
The population has been reduced, a world condemned to horrid death.
And the blood of others heads their saviour, an artificial homicide.
The strong and feevle, all will die.
Nothing left to say! Warmongers have to pay!
RE - INCREMATION!
Bodies rise from the ground, twice as twisted as before.
Turning the life that we know now, to the one with knowledge but no =
laws.
Legal butchery will destroy this so called structure.
We want the ones with life, let=B9s begin the mass cremation!


Genetic bonds are broken, flesh ripped and torn,
Look what=B9s become of you, will you ever meet your maker?
No, you=B9ll suffer =8Ctil demise,
To the ones with knowledge, primitive actions will suffice,
Tied down to the altar, we begin the sacrifice.
Rancid death completes self - immolation, your organs re - designed!
Your brain=B9s been under siege since you died, false life has taken =
over!

Lies, decietful words of impatience.
Futile words of evasion.
The gods that have once spoken to me.
Have abandoned me to my pre - destined state.
A state in which there are no words, is no language.
Only the language of the endless suffering.
Suffering that brings me to appreciate my new found existance.
One that spawns forth a new being.
A being in which there is no appreciation for his fellow man to see.
Hatred and remorse unto those who have punished me.
Punishment too cold to see.
I don't see, I don't see.
One that I have once created.
Forced to change, I don't need.
The path of abomination of all things.


For I am now a seed, that will one day set forth a new race.
One that will cleanse my soul.
Anticipation of the weak - minded fools.
One that my once beloved gods will not recognize.
Race which feeds off the suffering.
As the mortals cry out their new found god.
The race grows strong.
Until the day.
The day of judgement.
The race grows strong.
Until the day.

Impatiently waiting
To seize the moment
Blood churns
Rotten stench
Enhanced by your senses
Stone cold

Perceived by those who choose what's right
Misled through life
Empty lies and broken promises - Constitute reactions
Out cast
Thrown away by others
Misrepresented soul

Broken limbs
Cracked by your hand
Unforgiving
One fourth
Of what you should be
Miscontrued reality

Perceived by those who choose what's right
Misled through life
Empty lies and broken promises - Constitute reactions
Out cast
Thrown away by others
Misrepresented soul

Breed - Hate - Deception

Greed - Hate - Deception

Force fed immobilization
Man made liquid controlling my limbs
I want to die, no reason for living
Dealing with complications life brings
A corpse with no thoughts
No feelings or perceptions of life
The pleasures of death I foresee
Nightmares and day mares combining
To torture my being - This torture inhibits my life

The world is a graveyard of fools left to cope
With the torment and regret of man now deceased
Ghouls are released to destroy the race
Which we call human beings

Existence is torn from my soul
Perdition is what is believed to be seen
Suffering from the inside
Nefarious is the way
You choose to be - Left with no will to live
My intestinal wall begins to cave in
Trapped as they say
I begin to rot here as I lay

Time to take a look
At what has begun to pass before me
Die a slow death
It now begins to take it's toll

Catatonia

Scared as I lay here dead
From this infectious disease
I want to rise from here
To recover what is mine

Abdicate your position in life
Now that you lie deceased
Rising from the tomb you own
To take what is rightfully yours

Scared as I lay here dead
From this infectious disease
I want to rise from here
To recover what is mine

1. Deceit

For many years I put my trust in you
Perceiving the vows I took that were true
Only to learn all had been lost to you

To search for meanings not truly there
Answers to questions only bring despair
Distractions down the path of our lives

Unforgiving

Was there a point to nine years we had
Selfish thoughts leave you undesireable
Part of me was severed that very day

In the wake of confusion I search, looking
For the answers to questions only reveal

Damn the forgotten seeds
inbred as a slave to habitual needs
Souls consumed.
Denied a response from a lifeless tomb

Precious births
Destruct to a plauge that infects the earth
now regret the spawn unnurtured
and feared to be dead by dawn

Curse the consumed, born a salve
reformed a distorted spawn of a masochist
Deformities cripple and mold
So you breathe but don't exist
Internally decompose,
skin erodes and exposes the skeletons
damn the genes incestuously cloned
to prey upon the innocent.

Impotent, world demise
Incarnate sacrifice
feeble breed disposed in a world disowned
Demise of the Clone

Genocidal fate I impose, will reign upon you
those who mourn fear for their own,
mentally enslaved and subdued
Landlords of the killing feilds,
reuse plots of the decomposed
Tombstones don't identify,
A graveyard of the dormant souls

Mass catacombs, putrefied lie beneath
The uncivilized, disturbed and the weak
under tyrants rule
you cripple all under one throne of bones
Demise of the clone

Limitless, fiend to numb lets you breath but don't exist

Labeled invalid your thoughts are consumed.
Disposed, distorted, reformed a pawn
in the face of doom.

Internally decompose, skeletal image protrudes
as your skin erodes

Die succumb to the fate of your own
Demise of the clone

Insolent fool weak and retooled
Born to society's mold
Disrupting the order put in place what a dismal disgrace
Besiege the innocent
Reduced to ashes a clone reborn
from the face of doom consume
Impotent, world demise
Incarnate sacrifice
feeble breed disposed in a world disowned
Demise of the Clone

Your life has been planned since the day you were born
Affliction undefinable, condemned to suffer with the norm
Burden of despair - Traits of self denial
Raised and misled by life's light
I refuse let shine for me

Corrupted misconceptions of how life should really be
Shadowing existence in your plagued reality
Feeding off the error of the ones your emulate
Defection to deception and to mentally incarcerate
Devoid of truth

Monarch of deceit and lies
Plagiarism overrides
Devoid of truth

Captive through what's carved in stone
Bleeding is the moral throne
Beckoned to false entity
Betrayed by eternity
Devoid of truth

Writhing in the treachery
Face down in your misery
I feel not a thing

Endemicy - Enthrall the underworld
Pervade the bodies once their souls have gone astray
Gravitation - Await the birth of death
Despair is nurtured in the womb of annihilation

Your god is the epitome of my doings
Unaware and unable he is forsaken

Nullify - Abrupt and merciless
Deep-seated hatred from the beginning of time
Abolishing
Eternity has passed and the world's been cast away
Abdication - The throne has turned to dust
Skies are fading from the darkness as it rapes the land
Diminishing
Terminal is he who spectates from above this all

Your god is the epitome of my doings
No one is spared from the funeral inception

God forbid
God forbidden

Scourged then condemned
Pleading for your life and the abandonment of what's to come
Plagued then erased
Inhaled into the lungs of your extinction

Faith in the heavens has shattered
Broken pieces fall from the sky

To walk amongst the dead
plauged by an undeniable thirst for blood.
Stained by an immortal suffering given to you.

Acceptance from your kind
is only a temporal solution to your misery.
Transcending time haunts your very existence visions
of events are forever imbedded in your mind.

For you are never allowed to sleep eternally.
Countless prey have satisfied your hunger.
Intoxicated with the essence of life
blood tastes so sweet

The lives of many course through your veins.
To live off the lives of others seems morbid.
But to you they are only a source of food
Blood splatters as you bite deep and hard
Draining every once of liquid.

A lifeless corpse falls to the ground.
As you stand before the waste you create.
A path walked time and time again.

Has darkened the emotionless heart.
To deny the pleasures of feelings

To feel one would certainly starve to death.
But how ironic since death does not become you.
As you sit amongst the bones of judgement
contemplating your role.

You are never ending drawn out
to oversee the mistrials
And demise of others
A prisoner of your own prison

Immortally condemned to you
Why does this have to be?

Immortally condemned to you
Why does this have to be?

Souls, souls to deny
Oppressed to a promised place

To desire a place for you to die, unbeknownst to you thoroughly denied.
Expectations of a fruitful way to live, ungodly not to be achieved by you.
Evil lies, death denied
cursed to walk this pitiful existence
To be taught a certain way to be,
let down by the powers consuming me

Souls, souls to deny
Oppressed to the promised place

God has abandoned you pain and misery a gift to you.
How do I deserve all this despite this unholy place
Infliction of desires purging thoughts realized

Souls, souls to deny
Oppressed to a promised

Impure thoughts provoke my mind,
undeniable deeds I implore
Sickness helps fill the void, I feel I must react

Is it me am I alone
Is it me am I alone

Why do I think this way have I been pushed to far
Nothing makes sense to me really what does it all mean

Is it me am I alone
Is it me am I alone

I feel I must release frustrations on the weak
Inconceivable accomodations
creep in my deviant thoughts
Visions of devoured flesh
sift through the awakened mind
How would it feel to rip you in half

To relinquish the mind may invoke a path
Destined to bring oneself closer to the truth
To deny these thoughts may rid you of insanity
To taste the flesh that consumes you

Subconsiously Enslaved

Death is
So close
Can You
Feel it

Is it me am I alone
Is it me am I alone

Is it me am I alone
Is it me am I alone

I feel the pain
Flooding the gates
Open the mind
Release the insane
Snapping the chains
To pick the lock
Awaken thyself and release the hate

To dissect the mind impaled of visions a delusional
state from which one neglects
Incise the flesh with delicate precision
as to not disrupt such artistry

To dominate a feild of iniquity undeserving of many.
One must realize a painful demise deeds of tranquility.
Inflicting misery, an instrument of morbidity thrust deep on you.
Conflicted desires will transpire justify what's right.
Impaled upon a structure dear to you
Blood soaked hands drip insistently
Organs deemed venemous to you
Surgery of impalement

The blood drips from my hands
Your flesh is warm upon my face
Impaled with a collection of sickness
To desire that what you recieve

Impaled upon a structure dear to you
Blood soaked hands drip insistently
Organs deemed venemous to you
Surgery of impalement

Etched within the centuries,
bequeathed upon the generations
Litanies guide the baneful,
serve the scourge of enmity
Inheritants taught nothing less
than absolute superiority
Resurrecting what time has seen,
pontificating savagery

Echoes of ignorance
Scrolls of hatred and prejudicial idolatry
Words of malice scald the culture
while raping society

Spoken tales defile all purity
History enshrines the absurd
Forced to relive the insanity
Relive

Revert the passage of time,
unearth archaic ways
Reset epochs once dispersed,
enslave rationality
Exhibit the bleeding of man's ancient wounds
Share this misguided pain,
conjure the demons of the past

Defy, fall to no demigod
Blasphemous their theologies
Inquisitions punish sinners, justify the genocide
Cleanse the bastards, slay the torrid,
rid the land of stained skin
Words of insolence ordain the future
Plague the seed of morality
Behold - the tomes of acrimony

Coercion steers domination,
campaign segregation
One feasts the victor's fruits,
serfs gorge the ample dirt
Last gasp, stifled by the blood
of intolerance's wrath

Defy, beseech no demigod
Subordinate, all distant creeds
One creator to punish sinners, capitulate genocide
Denounce the bastards, slay the torrid,
slay all sons of stained skin
Words of ignorance defend no logic
Fuel the flames of idiocy
Behold - the tomes of acrimony