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A1 - Shower
05:42
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A2 - Out Of The Gutter
01:33
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Out of morphine, like a 10 dollar teen.
Getting chocked, getting slammed for a 20 minute scene.
Crying motherfucker, let the tears run down,
while rapist motherfucker make that her scream out loud.
Jacking yourself, let the son cum out,
watching that girl as she’s brutally beaten down.
Tasting her ass, as the shit rubs soft,
how are you so fucked, to get off.
Out of the gutter, like lucifer, drowning obtuse and nah ah.
Out of the gutter, like lucifer, drowning obtuse and nah ah, ah!
Cutting through her wrists, in a violent twist,
Pushing her further, till your soul turns piss.
Craving those bloodied, red rum walls,
Praying furthers, that the room turns cold.
Necromantic tensions, as he pulls her intestines,
And the coins pile up, with 20 girls festering.
The bloodied satisfaction, watching horror in action,
But truthfully, you’ve seen nothing, yet.
Out of the gutter, like lucifer, drowning obtuse and nah ah.
Out of the gutter, like lucifer, drowning obtuse and nah ah, ah!
Well you love your daughter, just a little to much,
Took some PCP and looked up “models” of such.
Hiding behind your encrypted doors,
watch those 8 year old girls, act as drugged out whores.
In your own fantasises, no age can disagree,
newborn with no question, would satisfy he.
Better if his own, for the time let it be,
Cause the park down the road is a fisherman's sea.
Out of the gutter like lucifer, drowning obtuse, but nah nah nothing is shattering yet.
Vitals are hiding, while I’m suiciding, and everyone stares at my fetishing urge.
I AM A GOD! I AM, I AM THEM!
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A3 - Raw Meat
02:15
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A4 - Milligrams.
02:37
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Let me be serious, and on account of the mysterious occupations that have come up in play.
Noted the documents, and the prophylactic condiments that suicided white horrified faces.
I am the chemist of delirious sediments rolling off the tongue like rolling on the floor.
When you got illusions too intense to cure them. All you gotta do is wait for milligrams more.
I just want stay inside and live a fucking of life of visual horror made pre 1995.
A Fellini and 1 20 passolini's can't fade the rape of nankin from our whole entire mankind.
I'm the doctor of premeditated phosphorus, engorged in 15 milligram acute, my end
When you gotta serve as judge and all. that's become, all you gotta do is wait for milligrams more.
While the tragedy of having of me believing in your dignity won't get me further than your descecrating mind.
I just want to harm the very hand the kills my dreams and takes a stand towards the path of the vileness of mankin.
Coming off the back of my degree, make me the truest self-deceipt. and make my dreams a flutter fiction in the wrong way.
How can one demolish all the pain, while still the total suffering exists a ringing the brain, for milligrams more.
I just want to jump into the pool of drunken social fucking fools, and watch them cut into their brains for truth the leading disaptes
And crying out like powertools, with a voltage not in use. Engorged in 14 types of youth running out violent time.
Time to save humanity while slaughting our sanity. And pilaging our dignity with your mother fucking insignia of bunning flags and brutality and questioning morality and raping us that easily, you fucks should be hurting.
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Lying on her PVC lined floor.
His brain begins to burn.
The acidic chemicals wrap through his eyelids.
And blindness as she see's is a sweet victory.
His screams has bloodied his throat, and his nails are broken in toil.
Well he had been warned in empirical mutterings.
That this is the place for which rapists will go.
......
(Breathing).
A distinct fascination of Trichloromethane, and years of experimentation of its use. In combination with Lysergic acid diethylamide, you can send her beyond hells gate.
And his screams are muted by pealed skin. And his wounds are magotizied. Well before the penetrative distortion occurs, oh pray to your god, let your stomach be wide.
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B1 - Post Mortem
33:07
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7. |
C1 - After The Afterlife
06:25
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8. |
C2 - Liminal Space
07:50
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水頭症 [Fenestrane] Melbourne, Australia
Pronounced "Hydrocephaus Fenestrane" (refering to the water-born brain disease and the hydrocarbonic compound;
respectively).
Melbourne based artist Alexander J. Christensen makes his mark with his experimental interpretation of alternative industrial noise.
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