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Carcass Wake Up And Smell The Carcass

Grimly I dig up the turfs To remove the corrupted stiffs Trying to contain my excitement As I desecrate graveolent crypts... Fingers claw at coffin lids

[Music: Steer] [Lyrics: Walker] A rising, bleak dawn A permanent sunset On the human condition A boot perpetually treads Illumination snuffed Fowards

rejuvenated, Recycled again and again Round and round, we go, Never able to stem the flow Same old notes, going round in cycles Over and over again, and

The lingering scirrhus begins to harden As the insides fall prey to putrefaction Rotting tissue turns to mush and pulp As your mind is torn by encephalitis

Welcome, to a world of hate A life of buried dreams Smothered, by the soils of fate Welcome, to a world of pain Bitterness your only wealth The sand

. Bone levers, spikes, malleable scoops, Plates and chisels, screws and spoons, Drills, respatories, files and durettes, Guillotines, gags and compression

[Music: Steer] [Lyrics: Walker] Can you smell the rot? As opportunity knocks. The foul stench of success. This carcass in decay, Well past it's sell

s played Strummed and severed to the tune of a tragic serenade [A tragic chorus] Without emotion, your heartstrings break Snapped and severed to the tune