Archives de l’auteur : zmaped

A grim myriad, a grey kaleidoscope, sterile, contrastingBorn and die, institutionalised, a bleak epitaph, an apalogue so sadCross indexed, cross dissectedCross referenced, contabescenceCross indexed, cross bisectedCross referenced, certificate of death/certified deadMachine coded, reduced to hard memory, in a data base

A play on words, or words on playLast chapter, verse in the final actWords well scripted, each sentence chokingInaudible gag, blanket which suffocatesAs you eat another’s wordsMalnourished, you starveSilence has a definitionVocabulary of muted dictionPrecise thought to miscomprehendAmbiguity in high resolutionArticulate expletive fictionOpen to misinterpretation – so precise(Silence has a definitionA vocabulary of muted dictionArticulate,Lire la suite « Doctrinal Expletives – Carcass – letras »

You should never take too literally what you readMisinformation, distortion, make beliefFabrications, half truths impliedMisquotations, out of context and lies »I promise to tell the truthThe whole truth and nothing but… »Lies – you believe them allLies – you swallow them wholeLies, lies, half truths misinformation and…Lies – you believe them allLies – you swallow them wholeLies,Lire la suite « Don’t Believe A Word – Carcass – letras »

A rising, bleak dawnA permanent sunsetOn the human conditionA boot perpetually treadsIllumination snuffedFowards on time will marchHolding as a mirrorCondemning to repeat the pastEndtimeThe realms of a setting sunTwilightA new age has begunDeclineDecension to a new dark ageBlank timeAn old world not quite so braveRight on the edge,Of a new dark age,Back on the edge,WeLire la suite « Edge Of Darkness – Carcass – letras »

A rising, bleak dawnA blackened sunset,On the human conditionA boot perpetually treads.Illumination snuffedA long shadow castTime is a mirrorCondemning to repeat the pastEndtimeThe realms of a setting sunTwilightA new age has begunDeclineDecension to a new dark ageEnd timeAn old world not quite so braveRight on the edge,Of a new dark age,Right on the edge,…on theLire la suite « Edge Of Darkness [Radio One version] – Carcass – letras »

I bow down your precious icon, deity of self suppressionThis effigy of flesh, corporeal christi, nailedIn submission to this false idol, seeking deliveranceFrom this spiritual hierarchy, downward spiralling, a corrupt throneOf repression and guiltOur will be doneThy kingdom burnOn my knees, before this tormented flesh, in irreverenceIn communion with this parasitic host of virtuous divinityThisLire la suite « Embodiment – Carcass – letras »

…Aborted gestation…foetal mutilation……Abortive secretions…embryonic fermentation…Your crotch spawning afterbirthA congealing sprog basted in cessPalpitations spew a foetusSprawling in this mess…Flowing lochial dischargeOf copious womb lining tornThe mutilated still-born mangledBy the whiplashing umbilical cord…Mixing together post-natal juicesThe dead infant used as stockSlurping this horrendous concoctionEat the cervical slop…Lading our aborted derbisOozing guts chomped in your mawThe caesatingLire la suite « Embryonic Necropsy And Devourment – Carcass – letras »

An emotional void, a cold empty shellEmbittered husk, a heart of darknessTrace weak pulse, vascular eclipseNumbed and sapped, emotional paralysisFlatline, grievious bodily heartFlatlined, sensitivity bypassedNo tears to cryStone cold emotional flatlineEmotional flatlineNo tears to cryWith indifference touched of emotion drainedCold bloody minded, caressing disdainPulsating life, only rhythmic dead beatsTerminal cardiac ridden with diseaseFlatline…no tears toLire la suite « Emotional Flatline – Carcass – letras »

Bloodied, torn and twistedSevere mutilation is all that remainsStagnating in shrink-wrapEmpty the contents onto the mortuary slab…The morbid, muted bodyIs dissected, lacerated and shred -Life is hard as a mortuary technicianThe fumes go straight to my head…The trunk now depleting gristle, with bactericidal decayThis discissed disarticulation I bludgeon as I ablate…Diluted spittle, bile and goreCongealingLire la suite « Empathological Necroticism – Carcass – letras »

Round and round we go,Like a merry-go-round out of controlThe same old tune, same old songAgain, again, and againRound and round we go,When will it stop, nobody knowsThe same old chords, the same old wordsIt all sounds familiar, all starts to sound the sameTurn on, tune in, drop out,Out of tune, dropped in, turned offWhoLire la suite « Ever Increasing Circles – Carcass – letras »