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halve the skull, remove the lid
saw through ribcage til soft flesh gives
operation, experiment, it's all the same to me
strapped to the table, it's all a game to me
elevator going down, way down, down to the morgue
a hundred bodies at my disposal, it's by the dead ones which i am bored
off-white walls, waves of nausea in the hall
trudging thru liquescent remains
the festering furnace blows a breath of rotten death
stiffs upstairs intubated and drained
a pile of mangled meat, no toe tags; couldn't find the feet
brain transplant: success!! the putrid creature walks again
a moving case of death cut short, you all should be thanking me
just have to find a way to control these repulsive machines
shredding thru flesh eating everything in sight, a minor accident could be an epidemic by tonight
back in the operating room
gloves are on, machines hum
sterile white fluorescent tomb
prepped for surgery high on fumes
the hospital's a pool of regurgitated blood
ankle deep in guts can't quite tell what's what
cadaverous cretin with fists tightly clenched, rewarded by the blood in which he is drenched
this place is full of meatballs, remains returned to life
muscles bones gaping sores, corpses turned inside out
back in the operating room
gloves are on, machines hum
sterile white fluorescent tomb
prepped for surgery high on fumes
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don't talk to maniacal strangers who only want to cut you up
playing games with yr tired head, his toys: switchblade and a gun
you'll be like the last: mutilated. slumped over bloody in the driver's seat
festering in the car, decomposing slowly, the wretched smell of bile amplified by desert heat
cat and mouse, murderer and victim, muster up the guts turn around and kick
out the door on to the highway. you have not won just yet
waitress from the diner, she was good company
closed yr eyes for a second now she's fucked
you see her tied up by the wrists, suspended between two trucks
splattered all across the asphalt, spilling lungs intestine and heart
insides become outsides as you are pulled apart
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awakened by blood and greed, ancient force arises to feed
on yr soul
see the purple glow of his eyes, someone's about to die!!
sucks the life right out of yr head
touch his silver cross and yr dead, yr fucking dead!!
they'll never stop, they'll never know
crush that nazi bastard's stupid fuckin' skull!!
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dusted off this old crate, what horrors lie within??
tenafly viper, a dollar a bottle, the flesh melting plague begins
it burns going down, it burns as you turn into soup
thought you were pathetic before?? now yr a puddle of frothy stinking goop
thirty years past expiration, drink the fast track to yr gooey destination
gurgling like a human sewer, bubbling acid epiglottis
corrosive explosive juice, never should have opened those boxes
pudding, by which flesh is replaced, guts spilling out of yr face
put the sweet nectar to lips, you've got a fatal case of the drips
you drink it up it melts you down
a rags to wretched story, from urban filth gutter slime
to ridiculously gory chunky toilet wine
you were a street walking punk
reduced to a puddle of spumous gunk
guts rain down in a neon toxic splatter
shrieking human fountain of organic acidic matter
liquescent remains arranged like a pollack
it's all traced back to the booze that you never should have swallowed
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autopsy patient is still alive
first cut along the throat, wakes up - surprise!!
cadavers in the boneyard begin to follow suit
rotted bodies shambling to drain the guts out of you
what horrific nightmare is going on here??
insane undead murderers have awakened to feed
children are the earthly vessels of an evil disgusting and violent
spirits of the hungry dead rip thru flesh with one thing on their minds
crawling from the stinkhole
the wretched pit of death
the mortuary where they'll rip off yr head
the stench of mortality floods the grey air
decaying discolored bones stripped bare
kill them with a hatchet or kill them with fire
and throw the mangled stiffs back on the pile
a drill into the brain, no time to question why
just hurl the dead-again back to the pit of life expired
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alien serial killer banished to earth
killing spree pauses when my head begins to burst
from an unknown world to the bowels of the ghetto
i use a razor claw to sever yr head OH
hiding in human form, stalking streets it's getting late
desperately searching for a victim to decapitate
when my skull explodes
then it's time to go
find my extraterrestrial brain a new temporary home
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released October 8, 2011
all instruments and vocals performed by k. wilkerson. guitars, bass and vocals recorded by k. wilkerson. drums recorded by steven donahue. artwork by celia chung (
www.celiadraws.com)
2011 human dosage factor/chunk blower records