Archives de l’auteur : zmaped

Don’t want your numberDon’t want your nameDon’t want your colour…Don’t want your politicsDon’t want your causeDon’t believe what you believeDon’t want to wear your emblemDon’t want your cult or sectDon’t want your faithDon’t want your respectDon’t want your loveDon’t want your praiseDon’t want your stupid fashionDon’t want your phasePolarized – tell me what colours doLire la suite « Polarized – Carcass – letras »

Effervescing entrails corroding after yearsThe stench of the canker brings me no tearsFestering tumours of cancerous decayGnawed and chewed by maggots with malicious hateI like to slide my hand inside your stomachAnd rip out the putrid remains,Drink the pus and munch on the internal organsUntil all the casket is drained.It’s fun being a pathologist –Lire la suite « Psychopathologist – Carcass – letras »

Sanguinary disintermentNecrobiotic rashGnawing, throbbing anguishThe gullet is now mashedPungent excruciationFlesh mummified by liceAmputated contusionHelp yourself to a slice…Contamination…Strangulation…Mutilation…Gangrenous abscessesParalysis sets inMore carnage and bloodshedAnd the reek of molten skinFrenzied detruncationDispeptic, charred and blackTerminal putrescencePsychotics carve and hackOsteoporous enzymes release deadly secretionsAs the clotted parasites devour the excretionEmanation, suppuration – blood starts to gush

The lingering scirrhus begins to hardenAs the insides fall prey to putrefactionRotting tissue turns to mush and pulpAs your mind is torn by encephalitisYour cavities rot with ulcersYour infected inflammations tornYour gizzards eaten by incursive decayYou’re infernally rotten to the gore…Juices digested from each pus-swollen poreInsatiable hunger as I feast on the goreNothing gives meLire la suite « Pyosified (Still Rotten To The Gore) – Carcass – letras »

The lingering scirrhus begins to hardenAs the insides fall prey to putrefactionRotting tissue turns to mush and pulpAs your mind is torn by encephalitisYour cavities rot with ulcersYour infected inflammations tornYour gizzards eaten by incursive decayYou’re infernally rotten to the gore…Juices digested from each pus-swollen poreInsatiable hunger as I feast on the goreNothing gives meLire la suite « Pyosisified (Rotten To The Gore) – Carcass – letras »

The lingering scirrhus begins to hardenAs the insides fall prey to putrefactionRotting tissue turns to mush and pulpAs your mind is torn by encephalitisYour cavities rot with ulcersYour infected inflammations tornYour gizzards eaten by incursive decayYou’re infernally rotten to the gore…Juices digested from each pus-swollen poreInsatiable hunger as I feast on the goreNothing gives meLire la suite « Pyosisified (Still Rotten To The Gore) – Carcass – letras »

Hands in another’s pocketThe bed they makeIs not the one in which they lieThe same old facesThe same old establishmentThe same old liesCross your ‘x’It’s your only voiceDo as you’re toldStay in lineDon’t rock the boatAnd buy what you’re soldBelieve the lieThe line that you toeDoing fineIf you just do as you’re toldNo dissident voicesTheLire la suite « R**k The Vote – Carcass – letras »

Snorting the stench of latent effluviumAnd maturing damp fumesThis foul menage forces tears to your eyesAs the corpse’s gas are exhumed….Intoxicated by foul body odoursAnd the nauseating tepid whiffPinching your nostrils as you irrigate flatusFrom the emaciated stiff…Volatile entrails fume and steamAs they’re meticulously hacked during discissionEvaporating sludge and bubbling pus -A rotten gaseous expiration…MaturatingLire la suite « Reek Of Putrefaction – Carcass – letras »

Coughing up a mixtureOf mucus, phlegm and bileThe sordid sight of burning flesh…Your stomach is reviledSpew up your sanguined gutsIn your wooden boxSeptic vomit of chyme……Putrid offal…Regurgitated gibletsBlocked in your oesophagusEaten by the maggots

Don’t claim to be a prophetDon’t claim to read the starsBut I can see a futureMapped out in scarsLook to the skiesKeep praying to your godsYour only salvationWill come in the shape of the bombNo clockwork orangeThe doom watch ticksThere’s no second comingOnly final conflictBlind pessimism?Only time will tellThe cold hard realityIs that this worldLire la suite « Room 101 – Carcass – letras »