Exhumed lyrics
Exhumed lyrics
"Blazing Corpse lyrics"
My Mom Still Cleans My Room lyrics
I'm not always nice, not always mean My room has never been seen clean The way I feel is not always how I seem The thoughts that form inside my brai
I'm not always nice, not always mean My room has never been seen clean The way I feel is not always how I seem The thoughts that form inside my brai
Consumption of flesh as dead tissue is uncreated, Rancid smoke effervesces as your torpid corpse is cremated, Another inert mutilated mess is sent up in flames, An expedient way to obscure the facts, figures and names... Flames unmake flesh and bone as all semblance of life is erased, Ensuring ashen anonyFirst Time lyricsmity for my dusty victims untraced, Bellows belch forth the stench of roasted human game, As the torso is engulfed in a torrid rush of flame... Human kindling to burn, And then scrape into urns, Burnt to a crisp, Another name scratched from my list... After fulfillment of the sadistic whims to which I aspire, Their existence is expunged
Today for the first time for the first time You took my hand Today for the first time Touched a warm heart What a lucky girl Cause you opDistinct Complicity lyricsin the searing burst of fire, As other truncated stiffs await the flames in a torpor, My nose is beset with the reek of blazing corpses... Entrails eradicated by the scorching furnace blast, The blistering temperature leaves you a thing of the past, Sweltering in incandescence as you blister, boil and reek, Seething in flames as your co
determined by many determined by many determined by many determined by many chorus 1: determined by many separations, so controlling andWaltzing Matilda lyricsmplexion turns ashen gray and bleak... Beyond recognition your liquefacted body is now molten slag, Your charbroiled remans are scraped up in ziploc body bags, Nothing to mark your birth, life or death, Smelted, scalded and singed ?til there's none of you left... Human broiler pan, As flames I fan, Cremated husk, Return to dust...
Once a jolly swagman camped by a billabong, Under the shade of a coolibah tree. He sang and he watched and waited 'til his billy boiled,