Hate Inclination : Grand Wormwood

Brutal Death / USA
(2019 - Barbaric Brutality)
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1. SICKER AND SICKER

I've had all I can
But I want more
Enough is not enough
A whore for booze
First sip - entrance to new worlds
Then no amount fulfills
Drink after drink, getting sick
Sickness passes and I keep on
Even sicker now, getting dizzy
Stumbling into the kitchen
Vomit in the sink and rinse
Then to the fridge for one more
Hardly staying afoot
Bottles have all emptied
Still, I need another
Surely I can still drive
I swerve and skid along roads
Catching my breath as I park
A moment is needed
To level my head
Into the store once nausea passes
Inept at hiding inebriation
Trip over the doormat
And pass out on the floor
In early morning hours
Awaken on cold asphalt
Rank odor of garbage
Hair thick with puke


2. CRUSTED ETHANOL SPEW

Stiff joints plant me in my bed
Molasses blood and heavy, clogged chest
Dizziness and ringing ears, empty head
Dry and itching, heaving breath
A swarm of half-forgotten regrets
Timeless nights and days of indulgence
Dignity stitched together in sober glimpses
Torn open and bleeding fresh, seeps
Stench of vomit-crusted carpet and rags
Stinging bile, churning stomach
Inescapable foreboding and hatred
Only my poison can bring me ease
My body as a vessel to steer and pollute
Deluded by a disgusting confidence
Nerves ravaged and trembling with absence
Soothed only by the presence of "evil"
Alluring ethanol's open-wide arms
Disembodied euphoria, false power
Rejection of humanity, save for abuse
An abandonment of the soul
Embrace wickedly deviant impulses
Fueled by deep-seeded egomania
With tainted blood running through tight veins
Defeat comes in puddles of vile spew


3. DESERVEDLY TRASHED AND FOUL

Ambitions stifled by hedonistic revelry
Dissipated responsibility; abandonment
Full stomach stretched with bread and wine
Wildly dance through melding days
Squander time and eat away longevity
Disillusionment would be a virtue
Madness and ecstasy - a shield of ignorance
Ritualistic self-destruction
Awaken daily, wretching, dry, burning
Faint and crippled; throbbing veins
Elusive sense of wasted life
Constant subliminal urge to binge
Absent-minded, trashing opportunity
Aware of my failures, but stagnant
I can't fathom abandoning my drink
Acceptance of ever-recurring sabotage
Ounce by ounce, never slowing down
Piss flowing like a dank river
Stumble, dribble, guts rumble
Look forward to a failing liver
I ache and crackle with each step
Body empty and organs ravaged
Ulcers burn; eyes throb, yellow
Deserving of my foul state


4. IT MAKES ME SWEAT

The weight is heavy
Compresses my spine
Dull pain beneath the eyes
Thoughts of all crashing down
Risk of life crumbling
Apparently not enough
Horrible confidence
To sabotage the self
Hindsight makes me sick
With impossible choices
What has been done refuses
To relinquish its pressure
It all makes me sweat
Shake my head in self-hatred
To remove myself from the past
Is impossible to achieve
Only so much can be smothered
With drugs and glass bottles
Which only makes more lies come forth
To the undeserving faces


5. UNTITLED

(Instrumental)


6. DRYNESS

Uncertainty looms
Time slows; thick fog
Accumulates in the mind
Sudden panic creeps in
The day stretches before me
Illustrates my spiral
Dryness calls to be sated
But I must stay dry
Against my will
Empty pockets hinder me
Uncomfortable sobriety
Hands and vision tremble
Nothing left to pawn
No value left in life
Staring into the mirror
I slit my throat with a knife
The skin tears open like paper
Spectacular flow of blood
I collapse in the red pool
Never more satisfied


7. VULGAR DELUSIONS

Vicious impulse plucking at my nerves
Drunkenly tripping over toppled bottles
Dusted off with keys in hand
Out into the cold fog for more
Blurred street lights shaking in my vision
Ignorant to the swaying and scraping on the curb
Breath of rank yeast and stale malt
Hazy corner store memory blends with all the rest
Ridden penniless but with a cushion for the night
The morning will bring the drive to scrounge
For now my golden treasure sates me
I can forget the paranoid struggle awaiting
Rollicking in deep inebriation
Vulgarity and profane exploits abound
Total disrespect for reputation
Beyond separation from the sober self
Gripping cold aluminum in hand
Final drops dribble down my chin
Frozen hours of night disguised by drunken warmth
Accompanied by unfathomable dismay


8. THOSE ROTTING HORRORS (EXUDE THEIR VILE STENCH)

Fingers tremble; drip cold sweat
Wiped from the brow
Tense and wrinkled - pale
Delirious from throbbing pain
Ridden manic by dreams
Which blend with waking life
Withered figures that hide
Skulk about the corners of my vision
They thicken the air
Pressure builds on my chest
If they do speak, it is faint enough
To meld with my own deluded thoughts
I live reclusive in darkness
Paranoid; light may illuminate the forms
For weeks now, shut away
Entirely consumed
I cannot leave
Though food and medicine are nil
Slowly, they take control
And I am rendered hazardous
If I go out now
Their ramblings will manifest
Through my speech and actions
Definite disturbance of peace
Blood-drenched dreams
Have me seeing red
Those rotting horrors
Exude their vile stench


9. EAT THE SLOP

Pen in hand, stare at a blank page
Some scribbles of ideas
All stale and rehashed
Completely burnt out
I want to be finished
Get words down and be done
Why have the ideas ceased?
Creative streak halted
Some bands just write the same shit
Generic blasphemy and gore
Cringeworthy jargon
Some nonsense about rape
Fans pound their hammers
And eat the slop presented
All these lyric videos could be
The same fucking slam track
(wreet wreet) Murder
(wreet wreet) Fuck Jesus
(wreet wreet) Rape
(wreet wreet) Baby death
They burn through medical dictionaries
Getting soggy from the circle jerk
"We need five words ending in '-osis'"
Gotta finish this long-winded bullshit
If they're really strapped for ideas
They could rip off Lovecraft
Like I did for my previous album
God dammit, I'm a hack fraud

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