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Spill My Blood Autopsy Spill my blood Our blood it comes from the same line spill my blood Still I should have seen all the signs spill my blood You're a double crossing cunt spill my blood I'll carve you maim you shape shame Your Rotting Face Autopsy don't think you are deceased As I part your lips and feast The way you smell Is more delightful than ever Again and again we consummate our love Again and again you bring me to ecstasy I feel you with my Dirty Gore Whore Autopsy You're going out for a walk I follow closely from behind In my hand I have a rock To your skull it will grind I take you back to my room To have some fun before your doom Little slices bring big pain Some Robbing The Grave Autopsy "It's love of the dead Arising from her sleep To the sweet smell of decay Lying in a coffin Dead flesh she craves There's kissing, of course, caressing, Blood drinking, the smell, the attraction Morbid An Act Of The Unspeakable Autopsy The hate I have for you I swore I never would unleash But here you are in pieces Lying at my sweaty feet I masturbate with guilt While looking at your distant eyes I've had your torso seven times Yet still Destined To Fester Autopsy "Knee deep in sewage Maggots burrowing through my face Blinded by disease Waiting for my living death to end Slicing teeth Infectious chewing at my skin My blood is clotted with pus The maddening shrill Meat Autopsy "Let Us Feast The smell of cooked flesh Last scent of sweet death Peeled from the bone of the kill I sink my teeth in I tear the steaming flesh The blood runs down my throat Desecrating what was once alive Necrocannibalistic Vomitorium Autopsy "Zombies raised up from the dead To feed upon the living Drinking blood and eating flesh Maggots crawling in the skulls Of those who were deceased Gluttonously ripping flesh With ancient rotten teeth Mindless Tortured Moans Of Agony Autopsy "Tortured moans of agony I love to hear your feeble cries Begging to be put to death Extremely slow and cruel demise Teeth pulled slowly one by one Mangled jaws, bloody gums My love grows each time you Embalmed Autopsy "Epidermis punctured As the deadened blood is drawn Stiff cadever on the table Victims of death's spawn Desicate, deteriorate Start to decompose Process of embalment Through your veins the chemicals flow Hand Of Darkness Autopsy The eye of darknes is in my hand Seduced by terror you'll understand My fingers probe your blackened mind Sadistic reaping of humankind Take my hand of darkness It will lead you to the door The casket Macabre Eternal Autopsy radiates nausea Waves of blackness perpetually exude A decaying dystopia The god of disease with his eyes rolled back Arms outstretched in decay Macabre eternal bringer of rot The sick kill the sick tainted blood EDIBLE AUTOPSY Cannibal Corpse try to fight them, first they change your brain Beyond the realm of evil, their means are insane Mutilated beyond belief, but still kept alive Pathologist of death gouging out your eyes Guts and blood Autopsy Zao And what shall I do I try to speak and words stop short of my tongue They make their way back to my thoughts Still crafted by a still soul I move my eyes around trying to find a place to rest I can't Sadistic Gratification Autopsy You're here with me to tell What you've seen You tremble and shake knowing Your life's at stake All around they know my name I make a living inflicting pain My ways are sound and once you're bound I'll Charred Remains Autopsy drip from your face Turing black, vision fades Eyeballs melt into their sockets Involuntarily set ablaze Gutwrenching screams fill the air The rancid smell of burning hair Screaming in excruciating pain Blood Autopsy Becoming The Archetype If my body was broken openAnd You could look insideWould You only find flesh?Just the useless parts of an obsolete machineWould there be any sign of lifeOr would You only find death? Born Undead Autopsy infatuation Unholy obsession with the living dead Maggot filled zombies in chains Vile procreation with flesh hungry cadavers The breeding instinct deranged Fed on the meat of the weak and the old Stagnant blood Autopsy Fairport Convention Autopsy Maze Deliver Me From Sanity Autopsy Haunted by reality I cannot bear the pain Called by unearthly screaming Sickened by the sane Deliver me from sanity My eyes have seen to much The very skin around my bones Is horrid to the touch A tortured Skullptures Autopsy "Creative juices flowing And it's graveyard raiding time again Engulfed by darkness Digging for my art Which is my only friend Stuffing in potato sacks The ones that suit my special need Burial was but Keeper Of Decay Autopsy "Roadkill, guts are spilled A flattened form of death A heavenly delight Death is sweet Scoop up the meat Intact or mashed-it matters not I bring home my new surprises Open my door, the odor rises One Dead Hole Autopsy "I have been there again My bare feet caked with mud Stench of the grave rising from my aching groin I have been to her again I have been in her again!!!! Blackness Within Autopsy "Thriving on the hate that burns within my soul Eyes rolled back with sheer disgust my heart is black I have no home except the dark which is my mind The downing of my life (Your Death) is cold Swarming Walls Of The Coffin Autopsy I wipe the maggots from eyesAs I wake from my deathlike sleepSurrounded by these black wallsLid closed tightlyBleeding from every poreIn either reality or a shadow of madnessMy flesh as one with the rotted Bridge Of Bones Autopsy ground A hidden portal in the floor A putrid breeze was seeping out Against all sense I set out to explore Lead Cutler Through the passage I did climb Down to a chamber vast as hell itself Had I lost my Voices Autopsy "I hear voices they tell me what to do Right now they're telling me to kill you Yesterday I loved you Today I want you dead Beat you, decapitate you Freeze your severed head My family didn't understand Seeds Of The Doomed Autopsy They want others like them to be complete Arranging the bones The bones on the moor Seeds of the doomed So perfect they are Lead Cutler Below the ground when the sun is high In solitude I deconstruct my Autopsy Song Otep Open wide, look inside Open wide, look inside At my autopsy I feel like A woman I feel like I care I feel like I shouldn`t I feel like a child Of despair I feel like It`s over I feel like