DROWNING

1. DAYS OF DECLINE

No mankind, only man-evil
The one you call your brother is in fact your rival
From the caverns of ancient times
To these modern days of decline
How many perished in wars and conquests
To be forever laid to rest
Pillaging, killing, taking by force without showing guilt or remorse
A trail of blood marks our path leading us to our epitaph
Like vultures, we feed upon the remains of the dead
And we drink from the cups
Filled with the blood that the martyrs have shed


2. ALL IS DUST

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BRODEQUIN

3. FROM THE ANATOMICAL DEEPS (DEAD INFECTION COVER)

Out of the deeps of a human life distress works its way.
It promiscuously tears everybody's mind and bowels out.
An idea with no remorse. It carries human beings off at any time.
Nauseating accidents that leaves sheer despair in the midst of family and friends.


4. RAPED IN THE BACK OFCHAD'S VAN (LAST DAYS OF HUMANITY COVER)

Burning for blasphemy cries of the dying silenced by
Applause in the name of christianity church officials
Parading limbless victims through the streets branded
And maimed stripped to the waist wearing only their
Garments of shame laughter from the audience grows as
The hanged defecate innards removed slowly to increase
The pain heads beaten with hammers knee cape
Pulverized the lungs choked with burning excrement a
Celebration of death by witness others hung by
The wrists amputating both legs cauterizing the wounds
With torches


5. THE GAROTTE

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ABORTED

6. GENERIC MURDER CONCEPT

Childhood nightmare adolescent despair
Mentally enslaved to the murderous thoughts i crave
Lunacy leads me astray
Gradually discovering a new dimension of decay

Adultery feeds the ideology
Seeing deceased people in my fantasy
I descry my killing capacities inside
Reveries enshrine what i must abide

Time is drawing nearer to put blood to the word
No motives required first come first served
Follow the path to my heinous empire
Object of a misanthropic desire

Cerebral short circuit
Murder, the only way to deal with it
Sanguine addiction
Homicidal theory without restriction


7. SUFFER THE CHILDREN (NAPALM DEATH COVER)

Your unflappable conception moralistic views
Never open to criticism your overpowering ruse
Promises of sanctuary in eternal bliss
With starry eyes and cash in hand
Pledge all to the masters plan
Just face the truth or fund the farce
At one with your god your sole intent
Your treasured place assured
For a substantial rent
Global lunacy death threats for supposed blasphemy
No room for free thought
All non believers pushed to the floor
Aggressive tyrants supposed saints for the cause
Judgment through force faith a fuel for pointless war
When all is done who shall benefit? Who is the one?
Not those dictators divine waving their deceitful wands


MISERY INDEX

8. MANUFACTURING GREED

Commodify the vision and sanctify the rape with moral antidotes.
Wide awake and dead, we consumate the bond, stomach tied in knots.
Driving class relations, engines working hard,
This mechanism breeds contradictions.
Bury expectations, nothing's going to last,
The tide is turning back - revocation.

They can't control us, there's nothing left.
Our thirst for vengeance, your dying breath.
It's a quiet revolution, from the city to the fields.
We're not forgotten, reject this greed machine.

Hope is for the hopeless,
Dreaming for a life as opiates replace human passion.
Advertise our weakness, colonize our space,
Feed the appetite as force fed gluttons.

It's life in dead time, it's self-decay.
Their so-called heaven now rots away.
It's a quiet revolution, from the city to the fields.
We're not forgotten, reject this greed machine.

With golden eyes our gods will lead us.
As labor slaves we work away.
Drunk and baited, packaged, processed.
This market orgy fucks for pay.

Cutting through the lies that bind us.
Fist-fucking the status quo.
We loot and burn their paradise.
Burn.

Their planet's just a whorehouse,
Based on greed and avarice.
Demand your life and take it back,
Their world is dead and drunk on piss.
You're a slave if your collar's white,
A slave if your collar's blue.
Chains locked around your neck,
You'll work too hard, you'll work to death.

Tides of human flotsam floating, tired and alone.
The ones who want to fight are the ones that have no hope.
Bury all your trust just like you buried all your dreams.
The ends that justified their rule will justify our means.


9. YOUR PAIN IS NOTHING

Bled dry and gutted clean in this maledictive maze.
Assembly lines are full of dreams and promises of cathode rays.
Can I afford a life? The walls are caving in... again.

Gears turn and metal burns in my atavistic daze.
Their pacifistic paramours just sodomize and walk away.
Starving hearts and hollow heads in dialectic dread.
As economistic carnivores bleed the population red.

Standing alone again, eternal wait.
The absence of empathy, so out of date.
The body will age, the mind will rot.
The essence of apathy, we're parasites.

The ending of time has yet to start.
We're standing in line, yet miles apart.
Our will to live, the fate that we share,
Belies the fact that we never care.

Caves of raw steel, the modern graveyard.
What human failures promise for us.
Day turns into night.

Spirits shred and will drains, reinjected fiscal fix.
Cash gods and money whores guarantee the perfect trip.
Hate thrives as stressed lives cultivate their capital.
Cities grow and people die as the rich stuff their guts full.

Sometimes I can never bleed enough to forget that I'm alive.

Standing alone again, eternal wait.
The absence of empathy, so out of date.
The body will age, the mind will rot.
The essence of apathy, we're parasites.

The ending of time has yet to start.
We're standing in line, yet miles apart.
Our will to live, the fate that we share,
Belies the fact that we never care.

Caves of raw steel, the modern graveyard.
What human failures promise for us.
Day turns into night.