Doomed (USA) : Broken

Death Grind / Etats-Unis
(1997 - Relapse Records)
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1. BROKEN

Broken heart, broken dream
Broken truth, broken seam
Broken fate, broken soul
Broken mind, broken old

Broken future, broken past
Broken presence, broken task
Broken now, broken then
Broken later, broken friend

Broken prison, broken cell
Broken heaven, broken hell
Broken air, broken breath
Broken life, broken death

Broken, broken, broken, broken...


2. REMOVE THE DEAD BODIES

The fucking stench
The stench of the bodies
Which fills the air
Is all part of my hobby

The corpses are dead
And without souls
One was my friend
Whom I now not know

I'm fucking sick
Sick of them all
They all were cruel
Cruel and harsh
None of them cared
Cared for me
They now are dead
Remove the dead bodies

Dead bodies (x5)


3. AS THE BODIES DECAY

As the bodies decay
I feel a certain dismay
About the times I pray
Below my altar
Altar...

I smell the wretched stench
Of what life now has gone
Into an interlude of pure
Black, death, doom...

Doom ! (x5)

What may soon become
My grief I've overcome
Loyalty I have done
My arch oath... And vow !

As the bodies decay !


4. KILL ME OR I'LL KILL MYSELF

Temptation burning in me
To the point of madness,
I can't even see
My fuckin' mind is fed up
To which I want to die
My anger is intensified,
I don't even know why

I might just slice up my skin
Razor blade from head to toe
Lie in my bed
The blood gushes and flows
But then the splatter
Of my brains against the wall
Is such a work of art
When I slump and fall

Kill me
Or I'll kill myself
Why don't you kill me
Or I'll kill myself

When I'm dead and gone
You eat my shit
And go to fucking hell
Moronic worthless twit
Why don't you stiff me now
Drive a stake up my ass
Beat and club me down
Shred my body with glass


5. STRAIGHT UP

Vertical puncture wound
Dagger sharp as it could
Lacerate from the start
Straight up, right to the heart

The victim so vulnerable
Where is the constable
Murder once more again
Next time, it's you my friend

Slash and rip up your skin
Your stomach's where I begin
Dissect and mutilate
Straight up, right to your face

Your ugly face

Because I'm gonna gouge your eyes out
And tie 'em up with your intestines
It will be such a work of art as you fucking die...

Straight up is where I go
Judgement day is the show
To hell is where I am
At peace in the promise land

The promise land !

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