Carnal Decay
EP • 2018
No more worries in your world when I break your fucking skull I will put you down to the ground motherfucker now Man I love the sound of a proper pound anyhow Look me in the eye as long as you can I’ll speed up your end Foolin around with me got your luck into a downtrend So when push comes to shove there will be no white dove There is no saviour from above Here comes the time for my love Your blood runs cold, you’re trembling uncontrolled Hopelessness evolves, you will be dissolved You’re getting attacked, hijacked, I’ll make your visage abstract So many things to do till I get your fucking head cracked This is the misanthropic drop kick right into your fish stick No more chick sits on your dick after a meeting with my ice pick No more fluttering eyelash after a meeting with my whiplash Don’t try to play me fool you should know that I dont take cash Party time motherfucker now it feels like crime-clime No time like showtime this is your bloody decline There is no time for fools I’ll meet you in the afterlife I don’t play by your rules I’ve got the devil on my side
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025
Food for thought Made of lead My onslaught At full speed I'm a good man giving work to the pastor Your funeral director's now a true puzzlemaster The song in mourners ears is called november rain Same song in my ears when my bullet wrecked your brain Now you've really got some time on your own Now you've really got some time all alone Now you've got some maggots feasting on your flesh My ammo turned your cranium into ash My hunt is done This was your end run You're overthrown I wrecked your collar bone "It's raining entrails" said the weather forecaster Your brain just blew up you have never been any faster Talking to the cops you'll hear a nine unlock Followed by a pop now your fucking jaw drops Your dreams go with your life-juice, assassinated Your body and your mind from now on unrelated Food for thought Made of lead My onslaught At full speed My hunt is done This was your end run You're overthrown I wrecked your collar bone Your splattered brain's too much strain for my kitchens sink to drain My flat gets flooded by your fucking blood rain hurricane Blown apart, viola part, my kitchen's like Picasso's art The only good news 'bout this is a newly uncaged donor heart Never getting backtracked 'cause that face was all wrecked Buried in the dirt when there’s nothing left to dissect No more need for a die hard bodyguard when you get my business card I will punch you retard, bastard The avant-garde birthday card that sends you to the graveyard Skull gets unbarred your brain sent to the junkyard You are your mothers homespun superson finished by my shotgun right up in your honeybun, this is fun! Talking to the cops you'll hear a nine unlock Followed by a pop now your fucking jaw drops Your dreams go with your life-juice, assassinated Your body and your mind from now on unrelated "It's raining entrails" said the weather forecaster Your brain just blew up you have never been any faster Now you’ve got some maggots feasting on your flesh My ammo turned your cranium into ash
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025
I wouldn't call it arrogance I am just better than you Better than your crew I wouldn't call it affluence But I've got the chance to choose You have a chance to lose I would say it can be lethal for you So don't fucking provoke me Don't fucking joke me I would say you better back off you jerk off Better be silent or I'll switch your light off Now you're running away There is no way out I write this story as I want to You are a part of it - enjoy the show You're bleeding out of every hole I create some new ones just let your blood flow I'm feeding my fulfillment with your ache I just can't stop 'cause I love to see you like that It's succeeding in knowledge about torture I'm getting smarter with every victim Never exceeding the barrier to swoon Adrenaline keeps you up for my boon Everybody's blood runs red and yours is the ink for my pages I need some more My story is not done yet It's the story about a prick's anatomy I'm earning knowledge everyday We're all made of flesh, bones and blood
Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025
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