1.Pain
Torn, apart, her face,
ripped from her fleshy skull,
her scalp, degloved,
what an horrific site,
with inches from her life,
and all that's left inside,
confusion's in her mind,
her luck's run out,
Tormented cries coming from inside,
ride with her into the state of...
a brutal act but she did well,
to tolerate the anguish of that night,
the anguish of that night
Torn, apart, her face,
ripped from her fleshy skull,
her scalp, degloved,
what an horrific site,
with inches from her life,
and all that's left inside,
confusion's in her mind,
her luck's run out.
2.Reality
Lyricist：Luke Kenny
The uncreative juices flow from all but a selective few
And even those they tend to be wasted
You have taken pride in a life form that you think you know
But what you do not know is it's rotting
It is so unfortunate that this is how our world must be
But why must I accept reality, is this reality？
How can I exist amongst you people when I feel this way
When all that seems so wrong is everywhere
A world without substance feeling so superior
I am discontent with lies and with ineffective lives
Should I grieve for mankind or live out my life
To be free of pain I'll want it back again
So to be one with man I must be false to myself
Any effort's futile for my life is just mine
I have visions of worlds that are unparalleled
My attempts are in vain to walk this earth without shame, for
being human
This is my reality and you do not have to accept it
You are only human with excuses and complaints
Couldn't you be something greater come on now you know the
answer
You are so absorbed with your own pathetic lives
Why should I feel pity for you I don't think I know the answer
Have you ever thought about opening your closed eyes？
What is it that you're afraid of, don't you want to see
yourself？
Couldn't bear to see yourself as I see you
3.Forever
Lyricist：Luke Kenny
Always living on the line of what you think is right or wrong
There was a time when even I could not bear to be alone
Needing someone or something that is not mine to call my own
To have and hold
Severing the only line of trust that you once thought you had
Now that I can see past you, I can start to be a man
Death to me seems no mistake for I have yet to hate
So can you see my pain, can you feel my pain, can you see my？
This is my world
And I see what you don't
Forever, wanting more
Life breathes from our soul
Looking into bloodshot eyes mesmerized, they can't look back
Slowly turning in my mind is the visions of your death
Finding truth amongst my lies but not accepting now I grow
And gain control
Opening to inner sanctums that you do not understand
Having no respect for life and taking it with my bare hands
Always searching with contempt for ways to rid my pounding head
From this place
This is my world
And I see what you don't
Forever, wanting more
Life breathes from our souls
4.Deform
Lyricist：Luke Kenny
Degradation, I don't want your rhinoplasty
I don't need you, not any more
Though I am a perverted man
Disproportioned version of a normal man
Dirty man, any surgery cannot get
The goddamn filth out of my head
Maladjusted not because of my appearance
You can't see past, how I was born
Are you blinded by the way you live？
Violated version of a normal man
Dirty man, reconstruction, reformation
Reaching out into a shallow world
My normal features, they gaze with impunity
I am an animal, don't want to be a man
I wish destruction on every man I see
Am I a man, am I a man, am I？
To forgive them means loss of my memory
Can I decide between a psycho and a citizen
No chance of that, I want death to my enemy
I'm not a man, I'm not a man
How can you think of me
Judge of me, watch me？
All I want to be is, is to be free
Degradation, I don't want your rhinoplasty
I don't need you
Though I am a perverted man
Disproportioned version of a normal man
Dirty man, any surgery cannot get
The goddamn filth out of my head
5.Cannibal Rights
Lyricist：Luke Kenny
Devouring my last rites
Without thoughts of changing
To have my life taken away
Inheriting the skills of
The dead to hunt and live
The dead to hunt and die
Because that is our only way
Never understanding
Tomorrow never comes
Waiting and believing
That they have got it wrong
Why are we made to suffer
For their ignorance, underestimated
To me it makes no sense
Devouring my last rites
Without thoughts of changing
To have my life taken away
6.February
Lyricist：Luke Kenny
It is February, 1998
With too many mindless bodies
Walking the face of the planet
And too many mindfull bodies
Without enough motivation
To do anything constructive
With their lives
I despise these people
In a way I cannot verbally express
My hatred for humanity
Has reached an all time high
I believe I am a higher power
And a greater being
Than our all too common society
Lately I have asked myself
Should I concede defeat
And conform to our
Commercialist society
Surely it would make my life
On this world easier to bear
But when I get near my lowest moments
I remember
Why I hate the world
And everything that is inside？
I remember why that I despise
Everything that is not I
7.Massacre
Lyricist：Luke Kenny
Arms, legs, feet, hands all limbs are gone
Flesh torn, life loss blown to black dust
Torn, earth seeks death, blood is on ground
Feel the grim pain, it is your fault
Once maimed you fall force is so strong
Got what you wish？ Last chance for more
Wounds all open to the heavens
Skull is intact, limbs won't grow back
No end is near used to be bold
Can not get help, chanced your life well？
Eyes are so blind to the horror
Feel the grim pain, it is your fault
Call to arms you do not have
'Cause torn flesh is now all that's left
And I can see your juices drain out
Like a body that is apart
Got what you get I can see that
Life calls to me and paints grim death
What we live in I do not know
I'm not a God but I think so
You've had your chance used to have hope
Lost now in hell, feel your life fall
Not one to run I'll bare this world
I am so strong your life is gone
No time for weak, you are a sheep
Can not get help, no hope for you
Now, I tell you your chance is gone
Time for you too, I'll burn in hell
My chance is here with your lost kind
From the start you've had not much time
Not one to run I'll bare this world
I am so strong, your life is gone
Got what you get, I can see that
Life calls to me and paints grim death
What we live in I do not know
I'm not a God but I think so
You've had your chance, used to have hope
Lost now in hell, feel your life fall
Not one to run, I'll bare this world
I am so strong, your life is gone
No time for weak, you are a sheep
Can not get help, no hope for you
Now I tell you your chance is gone
Time for you too I'll burn in hell
My chance is here with your lost kind
From the start you've had not much time
Not one to run, I'll bare this world
I am so strong your life is gone
8.Chronological Order Of Putrefaction
Greenish discoloration of the abdominal wall
Odor of putrefaction is noticeable
The eyeballs become soft
Irregular green patches appear over of neck
Chest and lower extremities
A bloody, frothy purge may pour from the mouth
The abdomen is distended with gas
The corneas have collapsed
The discoloration is becoming red
Due to the pressure of the decomposed blood
Body surface is mottled
Red, green, brown the eyes bulge
And the tongue swells to fill the mouth
And protrudes beyond the teeth
9.Burnt
You're mine,
Were blatant with your kind,
I have paid, i'm taken with your face,
I can taste your flesh,
Can taste your world,
To feel the pain of making...
Why can't you breathe？
I've made you writhe,
In pain, the pain of making...
Why just take my life？
Why not take it all？
I can taste your flesh,
Can taste your world,
To feel the pain of making...
Why can't you breathe？
I've made you writhe,
In pain, the pain of making...
10.Slit down
Slit down from the thorax, to free all,
The gas that should not be there,
The cerebrum will have not survived,
Upon close examination, from the chest to the skull,
Has show the movement of fluids that the surface refused,
Co-injections have failed to prepare the remains,
There's much too much to be saved, decomposition has claimed,
What was an animal frame with it's organs and brain,
Will be dissected and then reduced to mush,
It's not to be chopped to bring you power,
It's only to be devoured,
What is it now that you throw doubt upon,
Don't ask of things you not meant to have or know,
Have or know,
Pre-embalming purge, and rotting pigmentation,
Extra firming fluids, and hardening compounds,
Nasal aspiration.
11.Mono Grind
12.Ignorance
Grey and blinded with light
Serated and nailed by the child
For those who dare to apose
Suffering will increase fold
Beware the child
Beware the child
Beware the child
Beware the child
Beware the child
Grey and blinded with light
Serated and nailed by the child
For those who dare to apose
Suffering will increase fold
Beware the child
Beware the child
Beware the child
Beware the child
Beware the child
13.Humanity
14.95
15.Ode To Nash
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