Epitomectomy : Morbid Obsessions

Brutal Death / USA
(2025 - Vile Tapes Records)
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1. PREDATORY DOMINION OF NECROTIZED GORELUST

You’re in your new home now
So hop up on that rusty gurney
And get ready to fuck
In my basement
They’re stacked to the air-vents
As lacerations hail
And multi-organs fail


2. GAPING CADAVER RESURRECTION THROUGH STITCHED IMPLANTATION OF LIMBLESS HEAP

Swinging hooks plunged through skin
Suspended flailing, visceral humiliation
The air is thick with death
Corpses hung & ripped in half spewing their slop on the ground
The floor is covered in gore
Dislimbed
Reduced to a wriggling slab
I am an ornament in my own tomb
Laid before me on a bed of steel
“The corpse is still warm” he told me
With my eyelids snipped off I am forced to watch
Entrails glistening in the dim, flickering light
His demented brain enveloped
He coils the steaming guts around his cock
Vile gore-soaked masturbation
The sound of squelching viscera
I writhe, I wish I could die
The sound of squelching viscera
He approaches...
I am ripped off the hook
Now a limp puppet in the hands of pure evil
I am placed next to this gaping corpse
He threads the needle and my fate is sealed
My limbless body placed inside the shell
The crooked needle pierces my skin
Jolts of agony as I am melded with the dead
Flesh grafted over mine and stitched again
My permanent mask is fitted
Threading with surgical precision, it is finished
He opens my new eyelids
I am reborn
Forever encased in this rotting husk
I am a living corpse
The epitome of human depravity


3. SAWZALL COSTECTOMY

Down here there is no clock
Just sounds of moisture dripping
The smell of rotting cock
Emits from unbathed creases
Once abducted I cram them in my duffel bag
I leave the hotel room so casually, stuffed mouth, ass and hands
I’ve got my eye on you
I like the way you move
Hip-mounted mantelpiece should look real good
Through this lens unkiltered
Transfers this image
Filtered
Your failing heart meets stasis
Pliers grasp, exploding toes
Rusty vice grip clenches shin bones
Tightened
Scapel, Achilles, Fantasies
Power drill, kneecap, installation
Your newfound feet
Heads of tetanus nails
Oh fuck, they’re barging in
Neighbors won’t thwart my plan
Police are checking in
Equip my LCP-Max II
It’s time to get back to work
Femoral artery rapidly squirts
The sawzall is hacking and this ribcage is cracking
Remove the lungs
Behold expansion then the final contraction
Our satisfaction
Remains behind your skin suit fashioned
Blue barrels, 40 fucking gallons of rabified rats
Slam the door
To the moldy cellar tomb
Fog from air
Emits from teeth clenching
Need more lube
I’ll use past corpses leaking
Pound this cunt
Her vacant stare towards the ceiling
Pelvic mashed in a soup
Drinking
It brings me ecstasy
I always have my way
Enslaving worthless bitch
My dick, it has an itch
For toothless gums with cysts
Ass split with forceps tips
6 months down here
You are labeled #67
In my concrete female containment center
12 months down here
You are labeled #68
In my concrete female containment center
Beneath my boathouse is where I discard the sluts
Each new excavation
Reveals evolved odors
Compels my masturbation
I fuck the dirt crammed orifice
Bug infested
Flys scream buzzed and hovered
They feast in fleets upon this scene of death
Once I bind you, you’ll be #70
Let’s keep it in the family
Your sister felt heavenly
Pregnant slop hole
I see the young infant crown
Closed eyes swollen
I’ll snuff out the putrid sounds


4. THE DEEP WOODS DEFLESHINGS

Beneath the howling stars
I’m in the middle of bumfuck and it’s quarter past 12
Off highway nightmares
My bar stool creeps beside her
“Hello, my name is Jim,
Long lonely drive, I’m from Washington”
“Hi, my name is Kim” she said,
“You look like you could use a friend.”
I knew I was gonna do it again...
Bar closed and I took her for a spin
Driving down 38 in my Tahoe
(Driving down 38 in my Tahoe)
Got the CD changer reppin’
Big Moe
Set the mood so I can keep in control
Switchblade in my lap in case she switches lanes
Started asking questions like “are you sure this is the right way?”
“Sweet thing, I know you know I’m out of state. Although I highly doubt I’d make that foolish mistake!”
That’s when the Flunitrazepam was kicking in
Her mouth a drooling gape black hole
Grasping oxygen
I’m down the dirt roads now
Pine trees and loons inbound
Take you to my secret trails
I drag you in a tarp
My patience wails
We’re deep down natures tails
The crisp nights summer air
It’ll be a scene of beauty, where vultures sail.
Unconsciousness is set in motion
Snot and vomit
Flow like oceans
Crack that pelvis
Rage in motion
I’m coming bitch
And you haven’t felt shit
I’m knee deep in your crotch
Pummel your nose
Till it’s turned inward
Arms in spasm
Bound and controlled though
My cock is rock hard and it’s fishooked through your mouth
The beast awakened
Transforming my natural form
A sliver of glimmered moonlight
Reveals my face…
(INVY CKB)
The mashing
The cramming
The spiked-brass knuckle bashing
We’re moving up the interstate (we’re taking names)
I’m tidal
A cyclone
Kill bitches with my eyes closed
We’re near your local interstate
(Your bitch ain’t safe)
I come equipped with a magnum condom
Equipped with razor blades
A dash of pine-sol spray
Attack your ass with a rubber fisted tantrum
I always have my way
Your face is now forever frozen in twisted pain
This was your pre-determined shallow grave
Your face is now forever frozen in twisted pain


5. MASS GRAVE (PRESSURIZED GASEOUS BLOATATION OF FERMENTED CORPSES REEKING)

You’ve been chained up for 47 weeks
Veins black and swollen
Shackled thrombosis
Tenderized
I’ll moisturize your feet
Let’s get the hacksaw
Inject tetanus shot
I must preserve the neonatal seed
Because my offspring shall be my offering
Administering penicillin IV
To ward off disease
Until she crowns thee
Gargling on entrails and afterbirth
A failed delivery
Let’s get the boxcutter
Instructed by a wiki-page
C-section aided by some razor blades
Cock the Wesson back and dome his gaping wail
Another little boy
That means another fail
Stitch the bitch up and let her rest a minute
Before I dump loads in her crotch
After I finish I now realize
I’ve been pumping ropes
Inside dead vacant eyes
She’s now deceased
The green seeps, it reeks, I ingest the leak
Stuff them in my Tahoe
Concealed in soiled sheets
Stuff them in my Tahoe
Concealed in soiled sheets
Driving on my way to the clustersite
Deep in swampy lands
I travel through the night
A tree branch snaps and I’m there
I peer inside my mass grave of dead whores
(And there must be a dozen)


6. POST-MORTEM PARTURITION

Eaten alive from the inside out
Deep inside your bodily functions cease
Blocked by the hordes of insects
Your blood has been replaced
Legs bursting through veins
Your wailing muted by the deafening hissing coming from inside your ears
Your eyes are consumed from behind
Vision severed
Agony unseen
Cling to life for insectoid torment
Subdermal buffet
Your body, their domain
Mandibles hooked into your brain, neuron wires are cleaved and ingested
Gnawing, Ripping
Gnashing,Devouring
A maggot eaten host
Breeding within your writhing flesh
Your organs now repurposed for nesting
Post-mortem parturition
Birthed through appropriation, your final involuntary act
A sickening metamorphosis from human to swarm


7. THE PIANO WIRE STRANGLER

“Give me your money”
Console the child
Rip strips of cotton from the cot
(No need to pray, you’ll never see the light of day)
Piano wire tightens
I whisper softly
“You must comply or die”
Staked property for weeks
(I’ve watched intently from from the night)
Tree limbs squeak screeching
I’m approaching swiftly
Tied to a bed frame
While your family suffocates
Triple wrapped and convulsing
The plastic inverts then protrudes with vomit slop
You cannot stop me
Once hands are tied
Your hearts are soon to stop
Back at the dump the site
I hang and gaze with melting flesh sacks
Drop the skulls near the ravine
Their jewelry locked in my office
I Blend with the people
Return at night to fuck their seeping cesspools
Back at my residence
Covered in blood and shit
My home in disarray
As bones lay bleaching
I blend with the people
I live this double life
The wolf amongst you
(You)


8. MORBID OBSESSIONS

The hour upon me
Their vacant stares
The gaze of death masks
And every second that I relished godless more
A gutted cavity
Gave way to gravity
My musty basement torture shack
It’s blood-rust shackles
Houses several severed bled forearms
Their carcass
Dismembered
Photographed and catalogued
Dumped them in a bog
Gotta clear the shop
This cycle is dying
And with my tally, I plan my death wish
And enter blackness
With my score forevermore
Convulsing violently
Flesh upholstered
Tabernacle of harvested souls
The enemies of my adorned
Upon thrones sewn in with the whores
You’re the last piece
To my fatal culmination
Gore showers upon me
The taste of blood
My revelation
I need to relish this in aeons
Of bleakness
The sheer brutality
Punctures reality
My vision beckons
Their innards my portal
A promise of conquest
And torture immortal
Fed to me, like an endless stream of pigs
To be gutted
The human as my patient
Reek of transmutation
Fulfill this prophecy of murder for the ancients
Fuck me and my morbid fascination
A taste for flesh
A quest for soul orbs
This afterlife with my whores caked in gore
Pure beauty
In the seal of my rituals hell

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