
Gorefest - Gorefest
Tekst :
The deceased has been embalmedMade ready for the family
The outside is still the same
But that s only visually
Formaldehyde been used
The organs have been gone
And the bucket of bowels
Is what we ll dine upon
Sluts masturbating
With bones of the deceased
Their guts no longer needed
Are such delicious meat
The necronymphomaniac who sees the coffin
With the corpse over the ...
...Vagina
She likes them soft and cold
She climbs into the coffin
Starts licking his putrid cock
Sucking it so heavily
It suddenly comes off
Necrastration
Deformed dwarfs are juggling
With separated heads
Distorted, morbid unlookers
Never more so glad
Steaming pits of defecation
Filled with corprophiliacs
Copulating abominations
A Gorefest at it s climax
Inne utwory
Losowe utwory
Electric poet
I am driving on the left lane
On the highway through my head
For fame I gave my soul away
And never felt so glad
Electric poet in me
I am not afraid of words
Come and take me
Electric, electric poet in me
I got the gift to play with words
In writing, spoken too
A great magician I...
On the highway through my head
For fame I gave my soul away
And never felt so glad
Electric poet in me
I am not afraid of words
Come and take me
Electric, electric poet in me
I got the gift to play with words
In writing, spoken too
A great magician I...
Trouble is
Be prepared
I know what s coming next
if she s entertaining doubts I guess that you know what is best
so I should
be prepared
to make due with what is left
and if I can t prepare myself at least I know...
I know what s coming next
if she s entertaining doubts I guess that you know what is best
so I should
be prepared
to make due with what is left
and if I can t prepare myself at least I know...
Brown eyed dog
Sometimes my flesh entwines
With the bones of your breath
A long ride on an endless stretch
Of abandoned highway
I wake up and there s this dog
Against the slate-gray sky
One brown one blue eye
And there s this beautiful crack in the pavement
Where the grass grows tall
And the wind caresses my face
And i feel...
With the bones of your breath
A long ride on an endless stretch
Of abandoned highway
I wake up and there s this dog
Against the slate-gray sky
One brown one blue eye
And there s this beautiful crack in the pavement
Where the grass grows tall
And the wind caresses my face
And i feel...
My life
She takes it deep to her heart
right from the start
she talks softly over a glass of whine
now and again
she is more than a friend
but don t you just throw me a line
say now it would be...
right from the start
she talks softly over a glass of whine
now and again
she is more than a friend
but don t you just throw me a line
say now it would be...
Train
I was riding on this train
Looking out the back door on where i had been
Thinking about the sun and your golden skin
Your golden skin
I m looking back
Out onto where i m coming from
Out into that big white sun
Out into that big white sun
Big white sun
I was feeling kind of strange
Chasing...
Looking out the back door on where i had been
Thinking about the sun and your golden skin
Your golden skin
I m looking back
Out onto where i m coming from
Out into that big white sun
Out into that big white sun
Big white sun
I was feeling kind of strange
Chasing...