Archives de l’auteur : zmaped

Can you smell the rot?As opportunity knocks.The foul stench of success.This carcass in decay,Well past it’s sell-by date.This time the fall comes before the pride.The chameleon’s changed its shade,But the same old song, to the same old tune is played.Falling to the bait,But the song still sounds the same.Let’s rot …C’mon, rot!This carcass in decay,TellLire la suite « Rot ‘n’ Roll – Carcass – letras »

Miasmic fungus infests the small intestineVitriolic juices burn through the stomach wallBursting carcinosis as chylase melts your gutsCrepitating neoplasm erupts with gore…Maturating boils, the canker emmenagogicGrume decays to a frothing sludgeDermatital pustules suppurate with cancerCaustic sepsis coagulates the blood…Necrolytic digestion, rancid plasma is releasedAutomaceration of the carcass incites pyogenesisGlobular tissue decomposed, hydrogen sulphide is evolvedReekLire la suite « Ruptured In Purulence – Carcass – letras »

Your jugular arteries rippedViscous juices gush and bleedYou’re gutted, skinned and mangledEnteral disorder is freedYour rib-cage wrenched and tornStill-pumping heart is crushed and smashedYour alimentary canal is finely choppedLumpen meat is hacked……Disembowel, chop and trash…Veins are stripped and flayedOf haemorrhage, bile and sweatSavoured cuts are curedBodily parts are wreckedBissection of the twitching corpseCopious blood isLire la suite « Slash Dementia – Carcass – letras »

Erupted thoracic savies – serum, pus and offalPerspiring ulcerous chancre – splattered on your wallNecro-cellular lesions – the stench of staining scabsScraped up by medics, and wrapped in plastic bagsExploding pus and bile, abdominal saliva spraysCoughing out your intestines, and rubbing them in your faceCarbuncles oozing sanguous, mortified entrails and rotPieced together for autopsy, inLire la suite « Splattered Cavities – Carcass – letras »

The rotting corpse lies on a mortuary slabPus starts to burst from each visceral scabBody temperature drops, bone seizure takes placeAs the discharge oozes from the boils on the faceSuppurated – PyosisifiedPustulated – Soggy insidesThe cataleptic remains incite the suppurationGiving way to the stench of anal emanationThis repulsive concoction drips onto the floor

Festering scabs, papillae and poresHardened carbuncles, spots and cold sores…Pick at the scab – septic blood starts to weepRip at my face – ruptured growths start to seepBlackhead and boils, pustular cystsChapped commodones, perspiring zits…Pierce the blane – infected tissue starts to bleedDiseased and plagued – tumours chew and feed……On ulcerated flesh……On facial mess……On bloomingLire la suite « Swarming Vulgar Mass Of Infected Virulency – Carcass – letras »

An encloaking, dark epochIn which all life is now appraisedAnother valueless commodityOn which the paracious may feebly grazeIndebted homage to their mammonWhilst the mort is the music of the meekTranscendence from a beatifully brutal realityIs what I seek…Noxious, sully dolourIs not the sentiment upon which we feedBut precocious consciousnessDraws out a morbid nous to bleedChisellingLire la suite « Symposium Of Sickness – Carcass – letras »

The spirit distilled, the soul is bought.The D.N.A. split, the virus is caught.The germination of reproduction,Complex patterns of genetic devolution.The die is cast.Birth, copulation, and death.Is this your life?Birth, copulation, and death.Is this the meaning of life?Is this the genesis of devolution?The die is cast.Birth, copulation, and death.Is this your life?Birth, copulation, and death.Is thisLire la suite « This Is Your Life – Carcass – letras »

Tearing down the wallsBreaching frontiers, unlocking the gatesTo a new world disorderA fresh balance of terror, the equilibrium of hate/All flesh entwined, in the equality of painArchaic nescience unleashedEntrenched, a bitter legacyTempered in mental scarsAll flesh entwined in mortal equalityTangled mortal coilTwisted and warped

Your kingdom is of emptinessInvisible empire of illusionThere’s no majesty in your empty wordsYour ideology – self delusionRevisionism is the futureSo let’s hail the same old dawnKneel before the same old orderYou’re no kings – only pawnsYou’re waiting for tomorrow, well tomorrow never comesHa, you’re waiting for your new dawn, so sad to say thereLire la suite « Tomorrow Belongs To Nobody – Carcass – letras »