Carcass Lyrics
Carcass Lyrics
"Carneous Cacoffiny Lyrics"
War Of Words (Bloody Tongue Mix) Lyrics
[Halford] Congress shall make no law Respecting an establishment of religion Or prohibiting the free exercice thereof Or abridging the freedom of speech Or of the press<
[Halford] Congress shall make no law Respecting an establishment of religion Or prohibiting the free exercice thereof Or abridging the freedom of speech Or of the press<
Striking up my discordant underture
A carnal cacophony perversely penned
Transposed...and decomposed
On strings fashioned from human twine
Lovingly wound and fretted upon my bow
Garishly incarcerated...the dead resonate
In a final death-throe
Vibrant as I thresh...
Movements scripted for the dead...
Orchestral horrors I vehemently conduct
My
Hanging Lyrics
Breathing in breathing out I can sit and watch for hours You're my TV you're my book Knowing learning when I look I'm just hanging biding my time There's no other by my
corpus concertos cordialBreathing in breathing out I can sit and watch for hours You're my TV you're my book Knowing learning when I look I'm just hanging biding my time There's no other by my
Disinterred... and detuned
With six feet below
In harmony with the deceased
My inspiration...your disintegration
For my latest masterpiece
My scope creeps your flesh...
Notes seep from sinewy frets...
But don't hold your breath
As you wait for your god or the void
Or the abyss of nothingness
Your usefulness isn't thr
Grief 100% Lyrics
"...Of the grief of those who haven't got sewed eyes to see the world"
ugh"...Of the grief of those who haven't got sewed eyes to see the world"
Your productivity I resume...
My sorbid, soiled handicrafts
Will be your afterlife's handicap....
...My corrupt crescendos...
...Will leave you out on a limbo...
...Your disposition I unleash...
...You will rest in my piece...
With deadly dynamics
You're dead, buried and barred
Your remains dampened and fingered
Your mortal coil is b
What Kind Of Fool Lyrics
Can't see the wood for all of the trees Can't hear the wind for the breeze that whispers Voice in your head... you like what it said So what can you do but listen to it?
rbedCan't see the wood for all of the trees Can't hear the wind for the breeze that whispers Voice in your head... you like what it said So what can you do but listen to it?
The death-bells are peeling
Ringing out as you flake
Shrieking out their recitals
A celebration of your wake...
Enter my funereality
My world two metres under
A curious habitat
Your muddy trench I plunder
Pass on to ethereality
Churned out under the sextant's blade
You live your life in wretchedness
And death is no escape...