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Lyrics for Grotesqueries by Exhumed:
| | | Artist: | Exhumed |
| | Album: | Unknown | | Track: | Grotesqueries | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 67 | | | | Lyrics: | All the world's indeed a corpse, and we are merely maggots
Dead on arrival is our only course,
and if the toe fits, tag it
Sycophants, we're writhing blind, feeding off each others'
regurgitation
Disgorging whatever waste we find, breeding our degradation with each
exhalation...
Lambs to the slaughter
Feast of fools upon the fodder
No trompe
l'oreil to behold
Just a wretched drama to unfold...
Gnarled within this mortal
coil
Within which the voracious feebly toil
Enamored of our own disease
We revel in our
own grotesqueries...
Dissecting ourselves to find nothing alive
Just a mass of
perversely animated pieces
Nothing within worthwhile to revive
We're mired knee-deep in our
own fetid feces
Gorging our gnawing jaws with our own pathological waste
Like grubs
wriggling in the rank feast of decay
We grind our own bones into dust each futile step we
take
As we inch unseeing through day after day...
Consumer or consumed
We all end
up as chyme and grume
Upon the fetid mass we choke
Leaving us in no position to appreciate
the sick joke...
Twisted through this mortal coil
Now our unctuous desserts are brought
to a boil
Somewhere between the living and the deceased
We gag on the feast of our
grotesqueries...
[Lead - Mike]
Too consumed by consumption to see our own
ends
We're all dead and only getting deader
Digging our own graves into which we gladly
descend
In this cold coil we're shackled and fettered
As we ingest each others' waste,
in a frenzied feeding rush
Leaving everything sick and dead in our wake
Devouring each other
in ravening, unheeding crush
As we gorge ourselves on all the tripe and offal we can intake...-a | | | |  Reddit | X / Twitter | Facebook | Copy link |
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