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A gruesome murder ballad based on a true story from the hills of Tennessee.
lyrics
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it
Prone to leave the God I love
Urges force me to reveal it
To demons below and gods above.
Feeling of your supple skin upon my face
Somehow invokes maniacal impulses to watch
Your brains spew from the back of your head…
Eyes that once adored me roll back, filling up with blood.
Visions of this recompense began long ago when I learned of your sin.
Now the first stage is complete.
Watching the spark of life disappear from your eyes brings me no bereavement.
Who would mourn a crack whore?
Still, I find it hard to let you go.
Even now, when I see your face, the only sign of corruption is a single, small hole between your eyes.
Running out of excuses to explain away your stench.
Rotting, festering in the trunk of my car eleven days
Now it's finally time to say goodbye.
First, erase your identity.
Deconstruct facial fracture
Shattered skull fragments
Reveal gunshot wound
Placed on a mattress ready to burn
Consume the body by fire
Fragments out of anatomical order
Peeling back your face to remove your facial bones and teeth.
No one will ever find where I buried them
To keep something to remember you by.
What I imagined repulsive
Now fills me with rapturous delight.
To remove the flesh you sold to another
Punishment befitting the crime.
Something deep within makes me feel as though I should show remorse.
Fighting what remains of my sanity,
Shred of remaining humanity
Grows more frayed until the sight
Of mangled sinew destroys what's left of my mind.
To make the bone burn, I have to remove
The flesh and dispose of it separately.
You always loved animals.
Whore now you get to burn with them forever.
In a trance watching you burn in the barrel
Where we once shared happier days.
De-fleshed bones stacked as fatwood
With smaller slivers piled as kindling
Stoke the flames and coals so hot
That your cranial fluid vaporizes.
My actions will cause ten thousand to lose their God
I will be there to greet them in hell.
Removal… Of the face…. And teeth
Body…. De-composed….. And burned….
Cranial…. Fluids…. Vaporized…
Burn Barrel Incineration
supported by 10 fans who also own “Cut Up And Burned”
Wack to think they somehow went up from here. Just... damn...
its not gonna rip your face off, but its every bit as punchey and hard-hitting as the stuff coming straight out the minds of archspire.
And man them solos. im a real goon when it comes to that stuff, can't dig them, but, its fucking gooey right here, tickling all my brain parts in the perfect way. MyNameIsRedundant
supported by 9 fans who also own “Cut Up And Burned”
if this album is anything, its incredibly well rounded.
choosing to step off the gas a little bit in favor of a notably more polished sound.
I dont dig it as much as psycho, but I'd be a liar if I said this is isn't a radical improvement in quality. MyNameIsRedundant