1. |
Skin Nazi
04:04
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If it’s only flesh to you,
Why does it have an erection?
It’s oozing from the very tip,
Put it in your mouth and suck suck suck!
Oh how fucking lovely!
The image of God has risen,
I’ve never seen your savior so aroused.
Pretend that you don’t give a fuck fuck fuck!
The pressure gets to me and I can’t let go.
I’m your rotten cadaver.
Show me your sins and I’ll show you mine.
Dripping from the front of my pants like a certain slime.
Masochist for my kiss or just a flirt?
Suffering inside for just a little touch.
I could tell your favorite saint is Peter.
Put your lips on the wood and you peck peck peck!
Cranking out that transmissionary fluid.
Eat it up for lent and suck my fuck.
Praise the lord and pass the ammunition.
Sit down on his dick and pump pump pump!
Stab me in the back stab me in the back stabbing me
With the biggest phallus of all, your enormous dick.
Colors and genders and races and nations
Coming together for the fucking orgy.
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2. |
Hangnail
04:08
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The end is the beginning
The end is the beginning is the death of god…
I just want to say what a drag it is,
Cancel my cancelled culture while I slash my wrist
It’s all fucking flesh it’s all fucking flesh in the end.
I should atone for the sin, where should I begin?
If you tear me by the pieces
There is no Christ to prevail.
Switch back and slice the meat
Cut me into the pieces of a dead god.
Everything we did was a fucking lie.
For comfort we gave up security.
In the name of the Moon we evaporate
Praise be to the holy cadaver
I didn’t think the end would come this quick.
Bless the flesh as it rolls back.
Like so much sickness we become ourselves,
Engorged with the blood of the holy ghost.
Victims of our own desires.
Burn in hell or burn with me.
I bet god didn’t want this for you,
And yet here we fucking are.
Rip it off like wasted skin!
Is this what Heaven tastes like?
With the hint of sulfur on the tongue?
Burn me like another effigy.
Sacrificed to the table of Sin
Altar of the holy ghost
But where were the angels in this?
I feel so alone and so unloved,
Where does god fit into all of this fucked up mess?
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3. |
Every Flavor
04:56
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The winds are blowing
The scent of a thousand fires
The blood is flowing
The scars of a thousand knives
Soothsayers all knowing
The masks of a thousand lies
The woods are bowing
The shape of a thousand eyes
Still I want to taste you.
I want to taste your skin.
Still I want to taste you.
I want to taste your sin.
Still I want to taste you.
I want to taste within.
Still I want to taste you.
I want to taste…
You’re nothing more than a shattered icon,
The visage of so many forgotten dreams.
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4. |
Shit Spigot
04:31
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I’m just looking for a reason.
Give me any one at all.
I’m just looking for a reason.
To fucking kill you all!
I see you over there breathing.
It’s enough to make me sick.
Virulent vile vomit sack,
Your flesh is making mine crawl
If I were only to dissect you,
I’d show you’re nothing but offal.
The stench of you makes me dizzy.
You cadaverous lump of shit.
You’re nothing but a shit spigot.
Every time your mouth opens.
Shit falls out and hits the fucking ground.
You’re so god damn revolting!
If I bury you in the ground,
In time all that’s left is rot.
Decaying in your decadence,
And yet you have the nerve to speak?
What you equate to intellect,
Is nothing but synapses dying.
With every supposed thought,
Another comes spewing up.
I want to fucking kill you!
And dispose of your carcass.
I want to fucking kill you!
Bury you like so much trash.
I want to fucking kill you!
And be rid of your stinking corpse.
I want to fucking kill you!
I want to kill every last one of you!
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When the doors open and the windows blow
Children of darkness, we huddle in fear
Of the absolute abyss we already know
The evil inside whispers in our ear.
Wicked and lonely we are without God.
As rivers turn black and oceans die
Without staff, we comfort the rod.
The lust for the deep we no longer deny.
Broken now is the heart,
A destiny denied
With broken glass we cut
Tera Wray, Come Out to Play!
Symphony of slit wrists,
Never enough drugs here.
Drowning that deep night.
Tera Wray, Come Out to Play!
In the dying fields we wander,
Wonder in his most holy name.
His absence makes us fonder,
As we play the shattered heart game.
The angels now no longer rest,
For this foul world is the devil’s place.
Take shelter in his forbidden nest.
As demons now mock the empty space.
We had so much to look forward to.
We could have spent our lives together.
When you meandered into nothingness,
All that was left was to face our death.
Fold the hands upon my chest,
A tiny prayer for a tiny hope.
Greetings to the end of the world.
A gift wrapped in the silken sheets of…
Despair!
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6. |
God Pop
03:35
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Dripping sweetness from its core,
The stickiness on your hand
And yet the bitterness seeps in
Who is the real bad guy?
A diabetic psychosis comes
Calming you with its lies
The warm sleep of death at hand.
You sucked the dick of God.
God pop!
The symptom remains the same.
Your flesh is not your own.
Satiate the hunger inside.
God pop, a god you’ll be no more!
Listen to his passionate whispers,
The lies that caress the ear.
Fear the consequence for actions,
That you’ll never commit.
Lured in by the succor,
The promise of eternal life.
Fulfillment is not the goal,
Pacify your life!
Boring into your flesh,
The message never changes
But when you get that urge,
Only the worst will satisfy.
Put it in your mouth and suck
Suffocate for the sweetness.
You only have so long to live,
So why waste your life on living?
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7. |
Blame It On the Devil
04:35
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The insanity never comes to an end,
That rock and roll music’s got to go.
When the gun is trained on you,
Remember whose fault it really is.
Video games and child porn,
It’s all the same thing to me.
But when it comes to consequences,
Ask forgiveness and blame it on the devil!
Blame it on the devil!
We are all children of God!
Kids running armed through libraries,
Their minds on cake and sodomy
Say a prayer for each bullet shot.
Every trigger pulled with a smile.
Don’t worry, it couldn’t be because of you.
It wasn’t due to your shitty parenting.
So when it comes to consequences,
Ask forgiveness and blame it on the devil!
The kids and their rap music.
Every lyrics has evil intent.
Video games about summoning Satan
And shooting your parents.
When they’re out playing D&D,
They’re really conjuring spirits.
Witchcraft in a hangman’s noose.
Their murder is on you.
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I guess if the ends justify the means,
Then who are we to question God?
Except that I don’t think that’s where we want to be,
Should we be blindly following the Lord?
The shepard escorts his flock to safety,
Except when it’s time for slaughter.
Are you okay with being just a sheep?
Or are you ready to show Him you’re a wolf?
While we’re buried in the eyes of God!
In all this time floating here in space,
We’re still not sure what He really wants.
The cycles count down the years,
But who is keeping the tally?
I don’t think he really cares about us,
We’re nothing but his pleasure toy.
Lubricated like a flesh light,
He lies in wait to fuck us all!
Follow Him into the darkness,
Even though he is the supposed light.
We’re left questioning his motives,
While we drift into the Netherworld.
He truly is the loving and caring God,
Until he’s ready to show his might!
Smite me in thy holy name,
I can’t stand the hypocrisy anymore!
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9. |
Telesodomized
03:45
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Follow me into the drunken light.
Horny and rich from your hypocrisy.
Crush the weak-minded with our hate.
Reaching out across the stars!
There’s no fucking way to stop us!
Rolling through the fields of flesh
Behind shrouds of gold and God,
We proudly wear the pentagram!
Turn on the TV set,
Tune into channel 666!
There, you’ll find your new leader,
The sigil of hate manifest!
With capes of red, white, and blue,
We’re coming here to fuck you!
Seven tons of flesh behind us,
Bringing on a new armageddon!
The apocalypse never smelled so sweet,
A thick fog of vanilla.
Bring me thy weak and wretched,
So we can fuck them, too!
TELESODOMIZED!!!
Your leaders pray to us!
May we be so merciful.
Crushing their skulls with our TV dicks,
Their souls liquidated for fun.
Listen sinners, we have a tale for you.
We’re not the prophets.
Mere mortals lifted to the status,
Of omnipotent gods!
You cannot stop us!
It’s too fucking late!!!
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10. |
Suicide Means I Love You
05:05
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In the fathomless abyss,
We wandered once.
Into the nothingness,
We ventured forth.
Despite impossible odds,
We found each other.
A flickering light in the dark,
The candle is snuffed out.
Just because you’re gone,
Doesn’t mean it’s over.
I’ll follow you to Hell,
Because suicide means I love you.
Tender is the flesh,
As we chew ourselves up.
Existence is only meat,
The dance of naked skeletons.
I am the puppet and you are the strings,
Marionette of broken hearts.
It’s little wonder that I’m hollow,
A vessel for your skin.
When you left, I no longer fit in this world,
Emptiness, Emptiness, and more Emptiness.
Adrift in a sea of unknown souls.
What the fuck do I do now?
The world is harsh and cruel,
The world is cold and full of ice.
I can’t figure out how to keep on going.
There’s only one choice left:
SUICIDE.
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You’re not actually dying,
Though you’re also not alive.
You’re a parasite, my friend,
Sucking yourself off.
Masturbatory bliss?
Or the devil’s playground?
No gods and no icons for you,
You found your own oblivion!
Break down the barriers in your mind!
Break down the walls that hold you in!
Break down the things that keep you here!
Break down the comfort of your cage!
The bricks aren’t real,
It’s all inside your brain.
Vacuous existence,
Filled with your semen.
Masturbatory bliss?
Or the devil’s playground?
No gods and no icons for you,
You found your own oblivion!
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12. |
Titticut Follies
04:26
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This realm is driving me crazy,
The world makes me so fucking crazy,
A three ring circus just for me?
It’s all just so fucking crazy.
It’s putting me on edge,
A razor blade balancing act.
So much anxiety about the future,
Nothing left to worry about.
I just wanna DIE!
Let me fucking DIE!
Stab me ‘til I DIE!
Drown me and I DIE!
Tracing lines in infinite space,
It’s not nuts, it’s just maddening.
Here comes that fucking clown again.
I’d kill him if he’d just stop moving.
Knife to throat and a gun on my dick,
Kill the present or stop the future?
But we can’t kill the fucking past,
Anymore than we can stop spinning!
I ain’t got the time,
To put my brain up on display.
Stop looking for the answers,
In a skull that’s made of clay.
Unexplainable violence,
A disaster as it may,
Epitaph for an effigy,
Sunset on a darkened day!
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13. |
Stained Autopsy Table
05:34
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Spread out like so much art.
A cadaver sliced up just for you.
The meat and the rot are all the same.
Viscera as a Christmas decoration.
Stare into the eyes of the dead.
It’s a lot like a shattered mirror,
I’ll show you the truth you don’t want,
I’ll show you my true nakedness.
Don’t mind the name
Scrawled in blood.
It’s just another part
of the stained autopsy table.
This is not an effigy!
Intestines and offal and chyme, too.
Does it still smell like real romance?
How can you claim to know the world,
If you’ve never been dissected.
The funeral home scent of lavender,
Tingling that bit of your heart.
I’ll show you where love starts,
I’ll show you the absence of a heart.
Who do you think you are?
You challenge the cycles of life?
Who do you think you are?
You’re no better than cattle.
Who do you think you are?
To stand up to the gods?
Who do you think you are?
Nothing more than a maggot!!!
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14. |
Existence: The Box
04:28
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This nonsense is convoluted.
It’s time to fucking execute.
I can’t wait for NBK.
So we can bring you to your doom!
We’ve got the fucking bombs,
Set up in the hall.
If I can’t kill myself,
Then I’ll have to just kill you!
Someone take this existence!
I’m lost inside the box.
Scrawling notes on the walls,
In the hope I find myself.
I’m trying to figure out,
Why I’ve been cursed to live.
I try my goddamn hardest,
To be the best I can.
But the end result of it all
Is a life of misery.
Only one thing to do with this rage,
I’ll fucking kill you all!
Existence is just a box!
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I can’t fucking sleep,
My eyes are wide open.
I can’t fucking sleep,
There’s blood dripping from the ceiling.
I can’t fucking scream,
My jaws are locked open.
I can’t fucking scream,
There’s blood dripping from the ceiling.
I know it’s there, I feel it.
Warm fluids falling on my face.
This can’t possibly be real,
There’s blood dripping from the ceiling.
I can’t close my eyes,
I don’t dare to look away.
I can’t close my eyes.
There’s blood dripping from the ceiling.
I can’t fucking breathe.
I have to be quiet.
I can’t fucking breathe.
There’s blood dripping from the ceiling.
Seeping in from the attic,
The warmth of a cold life.
The bodies there aren’t real,
But my actions back then are.
Holding my breath as I cry,
The ghosts won’t leave me alone.
I’m haunted by mistakes,
The ones that ended a life.
There’s blood dripping from the ceiling...
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16. |
I Hope She Likes Techno
04:04
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I see her across the hallway,
Her smiles haunts my eyes.
She’s the ghost that traps me,
Ensnared in the house of her heart.
If she’d only look at me,
We’d know it’s meant to be.
There’s nothing like true love,
To captivate my mind.
I know we’re so alike,
We’re both just lost lovers.
She’s so much my soul mate.
I hope she likes techno.
Jesus kind of knows my pain,
He can empathize with me.
Being hung up on the cross,
Is a lot like being in love.
The unrequited kind is the best,
We test love’s purity.
By sharing no words,
We know everything about each other.
If you think this really matters,
Then you’re just missing the point.
Carve up my entrails and see,
There’s nothing inside but meat.
Thousands of people die every day,
What’s another dozen in the pile?
When it comes to her, though,
I might just reconsider,
So long as she likes techno...
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Age of Endarkenment Killeen, Texas
So why the name change? Whore was a moniker that was autobiographical, but it was descriptive of a different me. So what's left for the old Whore? Bitter resentment toward the species. Loathing. A fascination with the way deities come and go throughout history. Now that the Enlightenment is over, a new age has arrive; an Age of Endarkenment. ... more
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