Beheading Machine : The Psalm of Tripping God

Death Brutal / Pologne
(2011 - Auto-Production)
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1. DEAD MAN'S LIFE

This grave that is my bed
On the burial ground of life
Bedsores won’t let me stand
On my feet
This goddamned day
I can’t take the pressure
Of ticking clock
Time is running
I’m still lying
And it makes me fucking sick

I can not take this anymore
I see no salvation
There’s no escaping from this hell
That is my fucking life

This graveyard in my head
On the burial ground of dreams
Nightmares fucks with my brain
I’m sick of waking up in bed
Drowned in sweat
I have faced the monsters in my head
I’m so scared of myself
Someone
Please take me away

From here

My life
Is so fucking dead
I know you don’t understand
All the feelings that I’ve had
Castrated insides of my head

The legions that I’ve led
All that is left is red
All the nights that I’ve slept
Left bloodstains on the bed

Unfinished issues left
To erase all I’ve said
The skin on my face I shred
My own self tonight I’ve met

Mirror in blood covered
My demons are fully fed
I am no longer fledged
This words she has never heard


2. PROSPECT FROM THE 3RD EYE

This is the only solution I see for me to be livin’ free
I don’t mind thousands of heads
Rolling down the streets of my town

Massive bondage
On planet earth
By few pricks
The kings and queens
Of this world
That hold the reins
Got us all in chains
Of crisis they create
Fuck you all and your golden crowns
I start a war

Seeds of weed successfully plugged in
This sound’s so sick It’s makin’ my ears bleed
So I’ll breed my angry virus that will wreak your systems up
Go!

Frustration pours over me
When I see the police
Motherfucking dogs in blue
Spying on me
Satellites watching my every move
I want to disappear and erase my name

Look into my eyes
And fall under my gaze
That drills a hole
In your soul
You gutless whore

The stench of human body
Shit piss sweat
Burning hair
Boiling brains

I’m completely destroyed by my life
Drinking poison every night
To stay alive
I’m braided with razor wire
So stay away from me
I’m wearing muzzle on my mouth
So I can’t bite off your face

Hatred
Perverting my mind
I’m addicted to hurting
Everyone around
I should
Become reclusive
Or recombine my mind with love
But who can create
Chemisphere like this
For someone like me?

This is the only solution for me to see me livin’ free
I don’t mind thousands of heads
Rolling down the streets of my town


3. THE PSALM OF TRIPPING GOD

The great devastation of my mind
With this broken sounds of broken dreams
Forever chained to this pain
That creates my endless screams

Malignant depressions of my psyche
With cephalic presence of the sprite
My eyeless face is so gross
I am sinking in milky smoke

Visions of my life Ending undone
Visions of birds Eating my guts

The whacking giants over my head
The ones I create
This time life turns into a book
That you read when you hear
The psalm of tripping god
That is me

Visions of my life Ending undone
Visions of birds Eating my guts

I saw the dead man I was
Took the mushrooms growing from his brain
Hunger made me eat them all
The angel was coming for me but I refused to leave

I’ve been to the acid hell
Woke up in the middle of nowhere
Saw the sun burning in my mind
So bright that I couldn’t even move

Lost in a journey through the worlds
Slept for two days in a row
Stars still shining in my soul
There’s no fucking way to get back in control

I froze
My perception have exposed
All my deadly foes
The chapter number nine of this song
Is now closed

Consolidating pieces of my life to one
Breaking my bones
Matching them again in pain
Fail
At the psalm of tripping god


4. GUTTURALITY (UNRELEASED)

Two axes on stage
Our eyes r filled up with rage
Two voxes r ready to melt down your face

Prepare your head for getting replaced
Blasting beast effects fusillading your brains

Smoking blunt after blunt and after blunt blunt
Pouring the brew straight to our bastard mouths

Our minds are fucked up when making sounds
The smell of madness is engulfing our bodies in spasms

SMOKE/*4

We will teach you son how it all works
There’s no place for fake ass bitches to hang out with us

This heavy bass line is mauling your guts
Take a look at us all forfending from the sluts

The whole crowd is already going nuts
The fog caused by bong is repelling all the cops
Everybody's drowning in orgasmic trance
The expression explodes while I’m revealing my thoughts

SMOKE/*12

Ya’ll are standing against us shocked and stunned
Cos we’re setting some new motherfucking standards

Come with us and get your joints rolled
To see the demonstration of the chaos controlled

It’s important to do what you can do best
So stop thinking why we are taking no rest
Just get closer and I‘ll empty my chest
The blow of weed cloud will fill up lungs and your breath

The scene shivers when hearing our footsteps
This time working with the heaviest of dubsteps
We’re overwhelming and devastating
And I can say that by the look of you standing there headless

This was my sight and description of it all
Unbelievable force that no one else can control
My ears are bleeding, my eyes are blinking
Marshall did show what he knows in a guttural form

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