God's Vomit
The third of wars will get you there Under the ground, under the stare Sifting through the remains Corpses are covered with blood stains Your skin decays Dogs piss on your grave You feel the chill Of death As the day turns into dark The reaper feeds upon your heart You've reached the final stage Eternal torture Your skin decays Dogs piss on your grave You feel the chill Of death As you rot you preach gore You feel pain like never before Entangled in the breath of hell Maggot wounds start to swell Your skin decays Dogs piss on your grave You feel the chill Of death
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jun 22, 2026
Condemned for his strange beliefs Abnormal practices for a priest Monestary conviction spelled the end Now he has his revenge The purveyor of decay Rapidly rotting away The new disciple of gore The post-embalment lord gore Vomiting festring blood Until the dry heaves then ensue The bowels of cadavers are then consumed By the zombified preacher of the truth The purveyor of decay Rapidly rotting away The new disciple of gore The post-embalment lord gore
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jun 22, 2026
You killed and raped an elderly woman Now you sit on death row Door slides open, a guard and a priest Now it's time for you to go Strapped in a chair Tape on your eyes Electric death It's your turn to die You start to sweat as you walk down the hall The prisoners cheer you on Paying for your crimes you wait for the call In a deadly moment you'll be gone Strapped in a chair Tape on your eyes Electric death It's your turn to die You left a wife and two kids behind Once thought a respectable man Now your dead their lives To hell your soul will be damned Strapped in a chair Tape on your eyes Electric death It's your turn to die You killed and raped an elderly woman Now you sit on death row Door slides open, a guard and a priest Now it's time for you to go Strapped in a chair Tape on your eyes Electric death It's your turn to die
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jun 22, 2026
Joe Kalinger wasn't crazy Though people would deny it He was a new savior A second Jesus Christ God sent him on a mission To execute his plan He came down and told Joe "Spread blood across the land" He was not crazy Free him, save our souls He's the next messiah Worship, bow to Joe He was told to make a sacrifice To kill one of his own He chose to fulfill the goal By killing his own son The world's a sick place Joe could've cleaned it up If he killed three million people Then his family and himself He was not crazy Free him, save our souls He's the next messiah Worship, bow to Joe God is sick and dying Joe was chosen to replace him If he passed the test He'd be killing and re-building They called them hallucinations When God talked to him They put him in a ward But nothing can stop Joe!!! He was not crazy Free him, save our souls He's the next messiah Worship, bow to Joe
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jun 22, 2026
You robbed and killed, to get that fix Now you suck and wax dude's dicks The crack you smoke has made you stink Your pussy is black, it once was pink Smoke that crack, it cools the wind As the rock of death grinds As you fiend you force a smile That without your fix you puke up bile You live your life is denial You get pregnant and sell your child Smoke that crack, it cools the wind As the rock of death grinds You're skinny, you smell like shit You say that you can quit You can't admit you're sick But you'll die without your fix You robbed and killed, to get that fix Now you suck and wax dude's dicks The crack you smoke has made you stink Your pussy is black, it once was pink Smoke that crack, it cools the wind As the rock of death grinds
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jun 22, 2026