Carcass

[Instrumental:] [Instrumental:] 专辑:Surgical Steel 歌手:Carcass 歌曲:1985

[ti:Heartwork] [ar:Carcass] [al:Heartwork] [00:01.55]Carcass - Heartwork [00:21.43] [01:00.79]Works of art, painted black [01:03.89]Magniloquent, bleeding dark [01:05.99]Monotonous palate, murky spectrum, grimly unlimited [01:10.84]Food for thought,

(Music: Owen, Steer) (Lyrics: Walker) Insipid fumes bellow from the atrabilious chimney Whilst in the sanctified crevet I calmly pillage and rake For hot dry powdered human slag Still steaming in the crematorium's grate Bio-organic ebullition, bones

Striking up my discordant underture A carnal cacophony perversely penned On strings fashioned from human twine Lovingly wound and fretted upon my bow Garishly incarcerated...the dead resonate In a final death-throe Vibrant as I thresh... Movements sc

Excised and anatomised, deviscerated disarray The torso diverged with pride Deftly amputated, evulsed limbs now defunct The trunk imbrued, tatty stumps used as lugs For a chondrin puzzle so quaint Head and body decollate A heaving mass so quiescent..

Desensitizer Carbine Mortiser Brain Paralyzer Cold and Rational Premeditated Death Sanitizer Aimed accles and shelvoke cash The cranium punctured penetrated and mashed Non-lethal pneumatic percussion cap A meat suppressor rifled muzzle flash Stunbolt

Tearing down the walls Breaching frontiers, unlocking the gates To a new world disorder A fresh balance of terror, the equilibrium of hate/ All flesh entwined, in the equality of pain Archaic nescience unleashed Entrenched, a bitter legacy Tempered i

Your kingdom is of emptiness Invisible empire of illusion There's no majesty in your empty words Your ideology - self delusion Revisionism is the future So let's hail the same old dawn Kneel before the same old order You're no kings - only pawns You'

I bow down your precious icon, deity of self suppression This effigy of flesh, corporeal Christi, nailed In submission to this false idol, seeking deliverance From this spiritual hierarchy, downward spiralling, a corrupt throne Of repression and guil

Hands in another's pocket The bed they make Is not the one in which they lie The same old faces The same old establishment The same old lies Cross your 'x' It's your only voice Do as you're told Stay in line Don't rock the boat And buy what you're so

An encloaking, dark epoch In which all life is now appraised On which the paracious may feebly graze Indebted homage to their mammon Whilst the mort is the music of the meek Transcendence from a beatifully brutal reality Is what I seek... Noxious, su

The threads of global fabric are untied The role of the western free world is in decline Still free to consume, free to breathe Free to exist, free to dream, your life of dreams Keep on rotting, keep on hoping, keep on dreaming One day maybe, keep on

Don't claim to be a prophet Don't claim to read the stars But I can see a future Mapped out in scars Look to the skies Keep praying to your gods Your only salvation Will come in the shape of the bomb No clockwork orange The doom watch ticks There's n

Yeah, cross my heart and hope to die It will only end in tears, eye for an eye, for an eye If beauty is only skin deep Then thankfully I am blind Cross my heart and hope to die Cross my heart, come cross the line Won't you be mine, my bloody valentin

Some people aren't cut out to be saints And since I was born in original sin Hedonism has a certain attraction I think I'll cut the crap, cut out the middle man And go to hell I've sold my soul, so when my body goes cold I'll go straight to hell Go t

Multifarious carnage Meretriciously internecine Sublime enmangling steelbath Of escheated atrocities Enigmatic longanimity of ruminent mass graves Meritorious victory, into body-bags now scraped... Regnant fleshpiles The dead regorged Osculatory maje