Crossed and Pissed and Devoured (2015, New Level of Malevolence)
Genre: Death/Thrash Metal
Solitary slithering thru the annals of the past Little peace in little leagues when succubus-ting my ass off Trying to pretend I understand Trying to defend that view That’ll never make sense Never be that of my own tongue
I could never rise up I could never be comprehending the fact That the ways of the leech Were never meant for the likes of me When existence is torn between living or Dying for soul celibacy
Consuming, concluding a need to align And warmth of embracing consumption is wise When weekends pass swiftly and weekdays does not You’re caught in a trench of a lifeless unending rot
There’s another fluke today There’s another trend that will send Just another sad soul to make his amends There’s another hole to fill There’s another pit There is always someone content feeding at the foot of the hill
Predicament isn’t it? A birth of whoredom thru boredom When the day belongs to the dull The verdict rules to cull
If by chance you’re prepared to be served A big steaming pile of nothing from a murder of crows As unyielding as the rise of the undead Then in masses come gather – It’s time you are fed!
Obey! And start carving away Piece by piece …this mission can’t fail It’s of fabric begotten and plagued by mere ills A testament for grinding them bones for meager thrills
Crossed and pissed and fully devoured Crossed and pissed and fully devoured Crossed and pissed and somewhat deflowered