Torturing illusion in my mind
Recurring as I lay here
The tranquil present, it looks so kind
On this bed in this hospital
They rescued me from the hand of death
Stench of excrement, taste of cheesy pus
Rotten carcass still left in my breath
I exhale and bleed the perished soul
Rescued along with the stink and the fetidness
Of humankind, killing me inside out, I was already dead
From my lungs, through the windpipe
I can feel the crushed viscera
Condensed urine, thick excrement, defecated in my mouth
Scenes of those perverts around me
Dreams of what I wish I'd never see
As I lay here recalling them
I start to feel a sense of longing
For something I cannot believe
When disgust becomes a pleasure
When stench becomes a fragrance
All I want is a pleasantness to bleed
Those hours I spent in the dark
Were the best time I ever had
Those torturers were the liberators
The rottenness released me from...
This knotted world!
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Distilled death metal with catchy riffs and well written songs. It's not reinventing the wheel or anything but it's osdm, if that's what you want look elsewhere. grahamy
Deaf Club eschew their usual harsh grind MO for moodier textures on this Killing Joke cover, benefiting Fair Fight through 1/4/2021. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 22, 2020