Psychedelic Grindcore
Famous professor stands upon A pile of dead animals His progress is murder Of thousands of lives Why must innocence Pay for our greed Perfumes and lipstick Stands for unnecessary pain Animals used as test tubes For mankind's sick trade Humans' naive egoism pays In unnecessary torment I see the blood From the walls The animal is dead A syringe in its head Unconscious obsession Innocence will suffer For our glory In the sake of our safety Professor sticks the syringe in the head After a painful convulsion the animal is dead Left in just a piece of meat in decay Professor, must it be this way... A disgusting injection in its chest Just another animal test The entrails of the animal are mutilated The injection made them exterminated Famous professor stands upon A pile of dead animals His progress is murder Of thousands of lives...
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Crack junkies conned to use By their pusher's stinking greed Their lucid hell thanks to their abuse Off their dope they feed Too fucked up to raise a child To which they've given life No way they could show compassion Give trust or give care... Embryonic intoxication Parental infanticide Foetus polluted By the white lie Carrier of the virus H.I.V. The child is destined to die Potter's Field - laid to rest That's where they lie All identity is withdrawn The child is residue to putrefy Infants delivered as spawn Their only future is to die Hart's Island, burial in not man's earth A life forsaken and forlorn Yet their parents give them birth To die theses infants are born Crack junkies conned to use By their pusher's stinking greed Their lucid hell thanks to their abuse Off their dope they feed...
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Sadistic mind bent on violence Satisfy his every lust Fulfilling his sick urges Obey him you must Forced to bondage and discrimination Submission during mutilation Commitment to you master please his every need Under his whip you'll bleed Summer camp holiday Wanting little girls to stay His rules they have to obey Or else by the whip they'll pay Lost souls are manipulated by his sick old mind They see him as their savior He'll help them to find The answer to their life and prayers But how much he really cares Is hard to say Submit to you master to his delight He's coming to you every night Making you his sadist slave Disciple to the grave In your flesh he'll revel Whip you into trance he'll compel Please your master... Scheike... Scheike Birching his victims to cleanse them of sins Under the whip the purgatory begins The torture he gives them make them forget The fears that haunt them and their regret An obnoxious old man demented and insane Ruining lives and causing pain Compelling to bondage to satisfy his need In flesh he raptures as they bleed Summer camp holiday Wanting little girls to stay His rules they have to obey Or else by the whip they'll pay Lost souls are manipulated by his sick old mind They see him as their savior He'll help them to find The answer to their life and prayers But how much he really cares Is hard to say
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
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