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SICKNESS LYRICS
"Ornaments of Mutilation" (1995)
1. Anatomy of Murder
2. Cold Bitch
3. Necrosick
4. Burn The Soul
5. Putrid Incest
6. Postmortal Ceremony
7. Deceased
8. I Am Christ
1. Anatomy of Murder
Stalking barren streets searching for my victims, Sweet - young tender ass in need of my axe - it started when I was young, baptized in blood - killed my first when I was ten, always to do it... Again - Led into a life of sin, but on my face, murder but a grin - in an adolescence of depression, murder was my mission - it released me from an anger and made my life much better - there she is, my damsel in distress - shall it be my broken arm trick or should I hunt her like an animal - I want her now tonight she has to die - that fucking bitch, I want to fuck her so bad - how good her meat should taste, well I'm off to do my thing
2. Cold Bitch
Drug induced, necrotic need - sanity lost, brain diseased - sexual urge to fuck a corpse, no rejection from the whore - arrive at the site and begin to dig - soon we'll find our cold bitch - hallucinogenic trip - ecstasy, made us flip - necrophilic need - the dead, satisfy our greed - orgy with the dead - licking rotten flesh - pus for lubrication - deadly satsifaction - resurrection through orgasm - my bitch walks again - she is mine to have to hold - such life after death
3. Necrosick
Oh rise - rise my rotting bride - embrace me, with your sunken eyes - kiss your flesh, feel the maggots crawl - taste the rot that seeps from your tongue - rotting beauty, decomposure took its toll - but to me, your beauty is untouched - crave your sex, to fuck once again - by my spell you are no longer dead - remove the funeral gown as pus trickles down - your memory has taken and you feel the urge to fuck - cold and flaky skin, three years have passed - pleasures necrophilic, most vile sickness - resurrection of the dead, my pleasure turns to dread - but even in death, she still craves that flesh - feast on me darling, for then we'll both be dead.
4. Burn The Soul
Fluids run down the body - dried pus shrouds my flesh - blood seeps from open wounds - massacre a carnal mess - burn the soul, incinerate your flesh - extract pulsing organs before you reach your death - humans alive and subject of my experiment dissect and hack, none are free from... Torment - burn the soul, charred unclean spirit - burn the soul, burn the soul - misguided surgeries - cutting off parts to see, what makes you bleed - grind up tissues into a bloody pulp - bits and pieces form broken skulls - bowels let loose as you die - severed arteries, spilling blood severed head, a fucking stump - dislocate and rupture the spine - fluids run down the body - dried pus shrouds my flesh - blood seeps from open wounds - massacre a bloody mess burn the soul, charred unclean spirit - burn the soul, burn.
5. Putrid Incest
Life has deteriorated since you've died - I killed you, but I don't know why - emotions I can't withhold - I don't know wrong from right - it angers me to see them, the ones who look like you, I feel the need to shred flesh, remove the skin, deflesh their bones - more, turn up as my sanity dies away - more are left in pieces to rot and decay - don't let me see them, I just want you - return to the site and begin to exhume - together again, I need no one else - your body useless, but I love you - mother, I killed eight women, it's true - they all looked like you - alone we are, mother I have new urges - I want to taste, your rotted flesh - fuck you in your infested cunt, putrid incest with the dead.
6. Postmortal Ceremony
Locked in my world, a slave for my pain - a body to fondle and touch the cold makes me cringe - oral sex I begin, lick the dead orifice - cleanse it of all postmortal pus, feeling such a rush - fluids begin to rush down my throat, rotten pus flavor - my erection begins to throb, lubrication with defecation - I begin vaginal violation, erotic morbid sensations her pale face dead and emotionless so beautiful to me she didn't reject me - That's why I love her, she loves me, she's my lover for eternity - my bride to be wed in blood, she feels so good - her rotting flesh I love to death, to death I am grateful - he brought her to me, she was lying there ready - for me to exhume, her rot I consume - sprawled out in my room, crypt for our sex - object of my desire, burn in her fire.
7. Deceased
Piercing skin, slicing thin - eyes gouged out, removal of the brain - hunted down for your flesh - feeble ways bring horrid death - kindness makes me sick upon the weak I spit - ways of christ, suffer in your beliefs - my only way of life, is causing others grief - my mind deceased - I rise in eternal pain - the beauty of murder, art of ripping flesh - entrails dangle from hooks, putrid stench a mess - look not at life's pleasures for there are none - incentives to life, my waiting to die - butchered innocent, weakness a disgrace - slaughter the masses, bathe in the remains - finding yourself locked within - feasting of flesh soon to begin - feeble mortal souls - now I take control - my domain beyond reality - beyond a mere biblical hell - immortal tomb for the weak - you are mine, for you fell - meaningless mortal lives - repentance as you wait to die - from the crypts, I shall rise - onward I shall take more lives.
8. I Am Christ
Macerating to be sane - enthralled by a child's pain luring them by promising candy - fucking them by ways of sodomy - paddle of nails was too little pain - religious delusions of this man insane - for the atonement of his sins - his scrotum he stuck with sharp pins - "I am christ" - when on trial he begain to confess - four hundred children he claimed to molest - after hearing the acts of unspeakable pain - the jury found him to be, sane - before being executed - by the electric chair he died - he said "This is the supreme thrill, the one I haven't tried!!"
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