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Lurch Fit For An Autopsy Where martyrs reside The fallen figures of a dream that we can’t revive And we are tourists Simply tourists Watching the funeral of life At last the last disciples burn Eight billion parasitic worms An Autopsy Becoming The Archetype Just the useless parts of an obsolete machineWould there be any sign of lifeOr would You only find death?Would there be any evidenceOf a human soul trying to escape? 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 Autopsy Fairport Convention spend all your time crying Crying the hours in tears Crying the hours in tears Come lend your time to me And you will know that you are free And when you look at me Don't think you're owning what you see For EDIBLE AUTOPSY Cannibal Corpse Wheeled in on a cart, lying dormant not dead Hospital of immortality, butcher their patients bloody red Taken to a dark room, fear of impeding doom The doctor staps you down, with an evil grin Grabs Autopsy Zao Autopsy Maze Service For A Vacant Coffin Autopsy "After the caskets put into the ground Loved ones crying walk away Corpse unknowingly left behind Other needs for sick human prey Casket closed as mourners read Pages from their holy book Waiting in a Bridge Of Bones Autopsy 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 mind or did I really see An Hand Of Darkness Autopsy 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 lid is open For Severed Survival Autopsy decision on how to survive Now it's time to break out the knife First incision the cut is complete First source of food is one of your feet Incredible pain as you cauterize the wound Preparing yourself for Voices Autopsy back I hear voices Now they tell me That I need some younger flesh To desecrate and use randomly They didn't see it coming The little ones now dead Chopping hacking freezer bagging Morsels that I'll eat For Sadistic Gratification Autopsy before I puncture your lungs Torture You'll tell me what I want to hear Or I'll cut you from ear to ear With all my metal instruments You'll question all your covenants I have several surprises in store for Hostage Fit For An Autopsy Helpless I was a stranger in a crowd of fools Emptiness sewn into their eyes A two-way door into a tomb We are but destined to know demise Life, a perfect prison for us Before there was blood to bleed Spill My Blood Autopsy but from yours spill my blood You won the only battle But still you lost the war Now it's time you die You stupid whore Lead Coralles Spill your blood As you die I celebrate A bloody mess of you I make For 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 Sewn Into One Autopsy wretched hand Three screaming pitiful mouths Dislocated and torn wide obscenely Sewn in a segmented chain Mouth to ass ass to mouth you're not dreaming All linked up in unholy connection Take the thing out for Meat Autopsy in I tear the steaming flesh The blood runs down my throat Desecrating what was once alive [Lead D.C] The resistance you put up Was feeble to say the least I only wanted your sweet meat You struggled for Necrocannibalistic Vomitorium Autopsy Maggots crawling in the skulls Of those who were deceased Gluttonously ripping flesh With ancient rotten teeth Mindless hunger Gorging on the bloody human feast Rotten bowels decayed and split No escape for 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 Blackness Within Autopsy except the dark which is my mind The downing of my life (Your Death) is cold Swarming mass of shadows breeding uncontrolled Existing to despise and dwell in the darkest depths Building hatred loathing for Tortured Moans Of Agony Autopsy the lids Fluids running down your face Try to scream through shredded lips Your severed tongue I now shall taste Slash your bowels and rip your throat Tear your stomach open wide Fuck the gash I cum for Savior Of None / Ashes Of All Fit For An Autopsy All life is loss A pessimist plague Circling trauma Our tortuous maze Phantoms remain Shells of the self Long for redemption in vain The muse of decay Starving the throats Taste the poison you crave The Orgy In Excrements Autopsy "Twisting writhing mass of blackest ecstasy Fluids flowing dark lust growing for the flesh And beyond the boundaries of perversion Sliding in and out of every hole Lubricated with excretions of every sort Dead Hole Autopsy I have experienced the foul pleasure Brought onto me I hate myself for it But still i return Once more i visit my place of lust She is there Just as i left her the time before As i tear off my restricted Two Towers Fit For An Autopsy Once and for all, the martyrs of the coming fall. One soul remains, locked in two towers. One soul betrayed, accept the things you cannot change. One soul. Two towers. The Nothing That Is Fit For An Autopsy Born Undead Autopsy Stagnant blood now flowing free The mating continues with psychotic abandon Creating a horrific breed Living in a dying womb A nightmarish creature is spawned Born undead in a world gone mad All hope for 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 Autopsy (Demo) Sandy Denny all your time crying Crying the hours into years Crying the hours into years Come lend your time to me And you will know that you are free And when you look at me Don't think you're owning what you see For