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Refurbished Benediction
01:45
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Behold the dwellings of your post death aura
You may experience some turbulence if you don't stop whining
They don't make seatbelts for your execution
But the coffee isn't terrible
You appear to have been too lazy
Far too lazy to perform at the necessary level
The Level needed to act in this world
As the model citizen everyone expects you to be
But that no one actually likes!
So don't just stand there,
Flapping your lips in the wind
Like some sort of constipated hyena strung out on aderall.
Stop talking and lift something!
You heard me, puny earthling
This is your wake up call on your way to oblivion!
You didn't do anything correctly when you were alive
You'll probably die wrong, too
And after you screw up the act of passing away,
You'll be sent back to the earth
Probably as some salt pounding punchinello
That somehow owes money to homeless people
Then you'll be doomed to wander the (baked) Alaskan Tundra
Angrily smashing igloos and losing games of cribbage to
Polar bears.
AT DAWN, WE ATTACK THE FALSE!!!!
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Cancelled Funeral
05:17
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You're wasted - and broke.
Sucks to be - you dying in the dirt
Cancelled - funeral
Services indef'nitely postponed
Desecrated corpse
Left to rot - Bereft of a headstone
Inverted - cross
lacerate and crash right through the skull
You fail at survival
And these caskets ain't cheap.
It's not like they grow on trees.
Not worth a farewell
I'll carve it in your face (spits)
Send flowers somewhere else.
No one to mourn you
Just like I told you
You're no friend of mine
I'd have supported
if you were aborted 'cause
Baby you ain't worth my time
Eleven years on
A metal band - That no one's ever heard
Come too far - to stop
Should probably - be dead like six times over
Spread across - five states
Cacaphonous - Rock blows out your headphones
Banned from - Hoover Dam
for Practicing - The Scumfuc Tradition
You fail at survival
And these caskets ain't cheap (bitch).
(Some coffins are antiques!)
Not worth a farewell
Carve my name in your face (barf)
Go fuckin' hang yourself.
No one to mourn you
Just like I told you
You're no friend of mine (no remorse entwined)
I'd have supported
if you were aborted 'cause
Baby you ain't worth my time (not even a dime)
Wake up to the sea lion barking at the dawn
Let me hear you scream - from the mountaintops
Gotta stash my herb through Arizona state
Gonna drink a keg of gasoline and set Sedona Ablaze
We'll raise the Lone Star flag for Dime's Black Tooth
We smoked some blue amphetamine in the streets of ABQ
Blunted on the strip in Vegas, set my soul on fire
One more game of blackjack before I retire
Left our mark on the walls of (the) Sub-Mission
Said goodbye to San Francisco, ('cause) there's still work to be done
Gather up the dead in the north east
Suck the Bay State dry and vomit to the west coast
Leak embalming fluids down to Austin's house
Mix them with Rhode Island slime
Top dollar on headstone re-sale
Leave us unburied this time
Even in death, we pollute your scene
Can't charge the dead; it ain't no crime to be seen
This space for rent; no place to rest your soul
Get off the property; eviction notice on your 6 foot gaping hole
Is that a bear?
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3. |
International Erection
04:07
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Can you feel the news today?
Got it straight – from the TSA
Protecting us from us
With legal airport – rubber glove lust
You may feel the urge to squeal
For Uncle Sam – they’ll cop an extra feel
Before I fly to Bangkok
They want to find a bomb behind my cock
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How can I show
Distain for this deed?
I’m not a terrorist
And I’m all out of weed
Soon, they’ll see me naked
On a teleprompt screen
Time to get an erection
Give them a reason to scream
You think you’re in control
I’m not your average hellion
What I’ve got in my pants
Will lead a new rebellion
Take – a – look – at – this!
My cock displays it’s might
Fueled by thoughts
Of the strip-joint last night
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I heard you yell it right out loud
Can you see it – standing tall and proud
Can you see it’s pulsing vein?
Can you smell – the hooker from baggage claim
They call over the TSA’s best
He’s big and black – his hands are on my chest
He pats me down and slaps me around
He thinks my loins have got some extra rounds
How can I show
Distain for this need?
I’m not a terrorist
And I’m all out of weed
Soon, they’ll see me naked
On a teleprompt screen
Time to get an erection
Give them a reason to scream
Why is this allowed?
This is not your church
You won't find a shotgun with a
Body cavity search
I-think-next-time
I’ll hide it with a sock
They seem to think that I can
Blow the plane up with my cock
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You know I love it when you cum
And girl I think your body's out of this world
You're the first one that I call
Our love will soon be topological
Those first 10 minutes are always quite a run
But you're only half way there when I'm already done
I have heard this kvetch for the last time
Enter the realm of my intergalactic crime
I'm gonna leave you starstruck
As your event horizon opens up
Inside you galaxies explode
Exotic matter of your particles
Will you let me cross that Einstein Rosen bridge?
Let's synchronize our clocks for a simultaneous finish
I'll ejaculate my soul just to shatter your earth
And make Roman Rings find a brand new girth
(I'm gonna leave you starstruck
As your event horizon opens up)
I'm gonna leave you starstruck
As your event horizon opens up
Inside you galaxies explode
Exotic matter of your particles
Like finally fornicating in the wormhole
Finding that spot is like pushing light
With your might - in hindsight
Right - through the white hole
If you are not pleased, I won't be shielded from bitter haste
Add another dimension - to our love
Calculate that in Anti-de Sitter space
Won't be a waste of baby paste
Your soul won't be ripped and torn
Suck on Gabriel's neverending Horn
Paradox resulting in clymax
Will show that quantum
theory of her timelike curves
are non orthogonal
Vaccum up equations across the Einstein field
spacetime is now edgeless for trajectory's sheild
Many galaxies our love has defiled
We now have conceived the unholy Shwartzshild
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5. |
My Satanic Lover
04:05
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She's tailor made to know what I can't resist
Once I'm there, her hooks are in
It's like I never knew what pleasure was
Focused on the scent that's coming from her curves
She's reading all the signs from the pupils in my eyes
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That moment when you realize you're lusting after someone
Only 'cause they wanted you and arranged it their way
She can tell by the side of the bed in which I sleep
My level of submission on the floor in which I creep
Reading all my thoughts as I look into your eyes
I crumble to her delight and sever other ties
Her voice is a constant never changing song
Carried to the gates as she drags me along
Like an accident when my fetish hits her lips
I turn around to look to her pointing finger tips
Caught in a web that's more than just a game
Dissected right down to the spelling of my name
If it is true that I'm a fire breathing twelve
She is undoubtabley six
Opposites attract, and some spells can be blocked
But it's all being read from the synthesizer clock
When she's done with me I'll pray for Shinigami
Ameonna assures that it rains in my heart
I await Hiyoribō as my lover returns
I am her victim for the fire melts the bell of Kiyohime!!!
Feeding her my thoughts as I look into her eyes
I crumble to her delight and sever other ties
Her voice is a constant never changing song
Carried to the gates as she drags me along
Like an accident when my fetish hits her lips
I turn around to look to her pointing finger tips
Caught in a web that's more than just a game
Dissected right down to the spelling of my name
Without even looking, she knows that I'm focused on
the laces of her stockings that are hidden right in plain sight
For those that dare to believe the spell is compleat
Gazing at showing of the law of the forbidden
That she's left for me with crystalized intelligence
Ough
Now that I have seen this, I am free
To slay the one who is obsession
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5,4,3,2
The pulse of the night is silenced with that beat
That haunts me in my car and every time I try to sleep
In an elevator, it haunts me underground
How can anyone again want to hear this programmed sound
Need to find the source of this kryptonite
Need to find my sanity before the hint of morning light
Blood hits the floor at a calculated rate
creates percussion to the sounds soon that I intimidate
I'm gonna slice your throat to the beat of the massacre
Your jugular shoots blood to the rhythm of love
I'm gonna shoot through your skull to the beat of the massacre
The dance floor soaked with the blood of hippie hobo hipsters
I'm gonna snap your bones to the beat of the massacre
Omoplota, gogoplota, cook your limbs on fresh fococcia
Yeah, I'll electrocute you to the beat of the massacre
A shock to your system that's taken from a live substation
(Whoa) I'm gonna smash your speakers apart
(Whoa) I'm gonna flip this fucking shopping cart
There are many ways that I can lend a hand
When your situation reaps extinction, warrants death
across the land
For your limbs on the ground you scrounge
I left my shotgun at The Assassin's Lounge!
If you don't shut that fuckin' shit off,
I'm gonna take that radio and shove it
So far up your fucking ass,
The antenna's gonna come outta your eye sockets!
I'm gonna cheese grate your face to the beat of the massacre
Like a paper shredded face that I'll hang from the limo mirror
I'm gonna light you on fire to the beat of the massacre
Burn your skin and peel it back before I lick it raw
(Finally it happened to me, right in front in my face and I just cannot hide it)
I'm gonna poison your food to the beat of the massacre
Unless you're Rasputin, then this arsenic has too much gluten
(Finally it happened to me, right in front in my face and I just can't describe it)
I'll interrupt your eulogy to the beat of the massacre
Your dances may live on but your soul is forever gone
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7. |
Banshee Pills
03:59
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Don't ask my sign - I've never known
All that I know is repititions of death
No chance of - A past life
Regression or redemption alike
My past lives - are nothing but
Centuries of perpetual abortions
Everytime I'm born - I'm put to death
My spirit has never been allowed to live
Until this life I'd never lived
As old as any spirit around me
I've never lived to tell a tale
Death is all I feel
Finally in this life
I live to adulthood
Old enough to hold a gun
An innocent goes down
Hear the banshee's scream
Death is what you'll feel
Hell is in your eyes
I don't want my soul to heal
Your soul escapes - it is blessed
My soul escapes - a foul smell
No progress on earth - not worth your fight
When in hell - I finally burn bright
That piercing cry - I'll feed you pain
A sacred sound eclipsed by my screaming sorrow
A Summoning - to swallow thee
At least she'll be free her from her suffering
The one who seeks - shall hear me now
To stop the havoc wrought on by your blood red eyes
Tonight's the night - I end it all
I shall inhale the wailing yell from beyond our world
When my spirit explodes and my essence fades
It's spread across the universe like little fragments
of evil. They are pieces of What I became and inverted
reflections of who I should have been
You know better than to cast the spell that allows my return
in brooding robes walking away from my sorrow; a
journey too far to reach in a single life cycle.
Ahhhhh
Ahhhhhh
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8. |
Yawning Awning
04:46
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Outside the bar, drinking again
Got a rattlesnake suitcase full of cheap gin
sixty years old, looks a hundred and five
Still thinks he's king of the local bar dive
Still hits on freshman girls like it's his job 9 to 5
Half of them aren't even sure he's alive
Slap him in the face, on him he thinks they fawn
Level of amusement generates a big yawn
He's finally gonna get some play - Amen
The yellow skinned menopause mama wants him
Imagine how beautiful she'll look next to him
As soon as his angel eyed beer goggles kick in
Outside the bar, drinking again
Got an old man's denture clad, shit eating grin
Another girl in the bar avoiding this guy
His iron pyrite guido chain shines in her eye
Dollar store cologne stinks up the bar
Curly chest hair sticks out past his collar
She winces with disgust as it tickles her nose
The wind blows by because of how fast she goes
We're gonna die, yes we will
All the same in the end, yes we do
But when you die, the story that you left behind
Will bore us blind, yes it will
And so, we pull together, feel it strong
Better stories, to live on, keep it long
Campfire burns so bright-Don't
chase the light out of sight
Don't make us yawn into the night
Told where to go by every young lady
They can't relate to things like social security
One last, little effort to this night he can inject
Came back later, car air fresh'ner 'round his neck
The bouncers had enough; it's time that he's gone
Sitting outside, even the awning 'gins to yawn
Your story is too old and is just over done
To all the awnings out on the strip, we yawn on
And they yawn on
And we yawn on
The ladies of the evening yawn on
And we all yawn on....
And onward we yawn
Hear her, she yawns
And we yawn on....
(Yawn)
Outside the bar, drinking again
He's finally banned for life, left alone with his sin
At least you're a lot closer to 21
In your next life than you are in this one.
And they yawn on
And we yawn on
And soon the ladies of the evening will yawn on
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9. |
Cannibal Overdose
08:11
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I wake in a sweat in the dead of the night
And remember a dream of fog and headlights
Now it's 3am and I can't get back to sleep
Might be because I sweat through the sheets
All these visions clouding my mind
it's 3am and I open my eyes
You're in my head, controlling my thoughts
Why am I seeing Garett Jacob Hobbs?
I'm not insane, these aren't my crimes
Because of you I'm doing time
I will prove it's you, if it's the last thing I do
(This is my design.) I'll be on the outside
Cross me once I'll cut your throat,
Rip open your chest and pull your tongue through the hole
Cross me twice, it doesn't matter
I'll make your last meal your brain on a platter
I'll mount you on antlers and leave you in a meadow
Rip out your guts and play them like a cello
I'll help myself to your organs, such fine cuts of meat,
Feed your face to some dogs during this wonderful feast
I'll remake you in my image, put thoughts in your head
Control all your movement til you're almost dead
I will make you suffer for my crimes
For they call me the Ripper and This is my design
I see visions of man, I see visions of deer, clock's ticking backwards, I'm not sure what's real
I see illusions of my deepest fears, all alone wide awake, fighting the urge to kill
Consult me to catch my kind?
Not going to earn peace of mind
Your logic sounds sludgy
Just hope you aren't too ugly
bury this knife deep into your heart
Look in your eyes because I know who you are
You'd betray me, If not I you;
As you lay bleeding, you may ponder that truth
there is a plan for those - that I select,
- witness the agony of those you swore to protect
My design surpasses yours,
Next time you join for dinner, you may be the main course
Deep underground, my skin is turning read
I'm wearing your severed face as my own head
At your cries, I just laughed
You'll find the body in the elevator shaft
Don't look at me, mister
Just cause I ate my own sister
I'll still take your life
for insulting my step aunt wife
Consult me to catch my kind?
Not going to earn peace of mind
Your logic sounds sludgy
Just hope you aren't too ugly
You cut out my guts
I'll retire for a few years
Then I'll come after you
Just look for me in Florida
I've got the face of a Picasso painting
I can catch a killer
Then drink you under the table
You can't stop me now!
I'm a human cubist!
Every side of my face is frowning at you
My mentor will have a fit!
You're fired from your job as a serial killer
Go vomit your sister's flesh!
Someone sung this song for Satan
666
The source is Satan
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Dyslexic Fudgicle Providence, Rhode Island
Officially formed in 2003 (although their roots allegedly date back to the Civil War), Dyslexic Fudgicle plays offbeat metal and rock songs about oatmeal, hookers, midgets, owls, and former Baltimore Ravens cheerleader/WWE Diva, Stacy Keibler. They have a reputation for their live shows which involve fast food being hurled into the audience. ... more
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