[Musick - Mike Beams, Lyrixxx - Matt Harvey] Upon a knife's edge, your sanity stretched Nerves wrenched on the rack A step beyond the ledge, sends you
Strike my name from the book of life Inscribed forever in the book of death Destroyer, life taker, the end and the omega Death walks behind you, waiting
In my waxen world, time stands still Forever frozen like flies trapped in amber One perfect moment preserved, just ere the kill Gruesome atrocities transfixed
Consumption of flesh as dead tissue is uncreated, Rancid smoke effervesces as your torpid corpse is cremated, Another inert mutilated mess is sent up
and parturient A feculent fixation upon the fetid filth and excrement An exhaustive examination of the excreted and the exhumed A tireless appetite to
Admiring the syphilitic visage, Of the pustule ridden genitals that I adore, Oozing sebum and pus dribbling on the labia, Leaves me panting for more...
Your dry throat creaks without a saliva to sputter As your pulpy dehydrated tongue soundlessly threshes Days without sustenance spent shackled and fettered
Originally performed by Possessed Arise from the dead and attack from the grave The killing won't stop until first light We'll bring you to hell because
long dead that I've culled from the ground, Beneath the pallid veil of cold flesh or enshrouded in the shredded remains of a face, Exhuming the truth
Intracranial inflammation tormenting my addled gray matter, Brings the pressure that builds ?til my skulls set to shatter, The vexating, purulent ulcer
Awakened by an unquenchable addiction, To walk hand in hand with death, Exhumed to transcend the walls of the coffin, And search for newly rotted flesh
Tombstones trampled in my wake, As I see to a matter quite grave, The earth is turned as my claim is staked, Besoiling my pickaxe, trowel and stave, Caskets
Cleaving away at any extremity, From his torso his appendages are ripped, Another pass of my chainsaw, And his leg is disjoined at the hip, Cutting with
A sombre study in an ashen shade of grey, The haunting eyes of the lifeless not yet rotten, Embalming fluid stave off incursive decay, Chemicals course
By night I return to the storage shed, Anxious to catch a glimpse of the dead, Nervously, I unbolt the door, Making my way into this abatoir... Hot air
Feverishly savouring my sordid, charnel chore, The rib cage and sternum I frenziedly bore, Skin flayed and stripped as your torso is wrecked, A grotesquely
[Musick & Lyrixxx - Matt Harvey] Scalpels cleave and reave though crimson rivulets Weaving their cold and malignant minuets Carving out funereal figures
raspatory, As your gullet is gorged with sanguineous muco-sputter, Not yet complete curtailing your anatomy, I delve to the heart of the matter... Exhuming