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Immorally Yours
01:51
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The Meat Of Its Underflesh
I want to choke it until it moves no more;
I want to squeeze its soft globes of flesh-
until the two dark tops explode upwards;
I want to tear open its body- pulling it in halves;
I want to violate its insides;
I want to adorn myself with its innards . . .
I want to eat the meat of its underflesh.
I want to eat the meat of its underflesh.
Now if I say that I love you-
will you be my girlfriend?
I want to shave it completely-
removing all of its hair;
I want to peel away all of its flesh
and wear it over my own;
I want to drain all of its blood-
and violate the empty husk;
I want to break open its bones-
and suck out the marrow-
both red and yellow . . .
I want to eat the meat of its underflesh.
I want to eat the meat of its underflesh.
Now if I say that I love you-
will you be my girlfriend?
I want to eat the meat of its underflesh.
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Stripper of Flatulent Terror
There’s nowhere to hide-
Let’s go for a ride-
You may as well cry
‘til we get to the dark.
There’s nowhere to hide-
shit while you cry-
piss ‘til you die-
there’s nowhere to run!
The world is dark;
darker is my world
and when you scream
my torn flesh gets chills . . .
When unseen things
crawl out of me-
and the tearing makes me scream-
And your cries make the night go still-
those things with teeth
are now looking for you . . .
There looking for you!
There’s nowhere to hide-
Let’s go for a ride-
You may as well cry
‘til we get to the dark.
There’s nowhere to hide-
shit while you cry-
piss ‘til you die-
there’s nowhere to run!
The world is dark;
darker is my world
and when you scream
my torn flesh gets chills . . .
And I watch as my severed erection
penetrates your snatch-
moan with pleasure now-
those things of Mung
are inside your slut womb-
I feel sharp teeth
nipping the tip of my dick . . .
I help to roll you over on your stomach-
so my genitals and the phallic shadows
can desecrate your small rectum . . .
There’s nowhere to hide-
Let’s go for a ride-
You may as well cry
‘til we get to the dark.
There’s nowhere to hide-
shit while you cry-
piss ‘til you die-
there’s nowhere to run!
The world is dark;
darker is my world
and when you scream
my torn flesh gets chills . . .
Why are you laughing?
You’re going to die
but here’s the surprise:
As I spread her perfect ass open
I saw a brown eye just above
her puckered hole-
no, it’s you that will die
in my eternal Night-
said the strippers asshole
in a voice of flatulence . . .
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A New One To Kill
01:33
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A New One To Kill
He hit him with a tool gun;
at least that’s what they say.
He really got him with a harpoon-
then he went after the guys sister-
for her, he planned horrible things.
In an empty pool-
he cut her many, many times-
just as he did with his sister.
He saw a roach.
It was then he got diarrhea-
thinking of what he’d done to his sister-
how he hollowed her out
and wore her insides-
He wore his ass gruel with pride
as he killed his new one . . .
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Oblivion (How I Loathe Thee)
Blisters on my tongue; (the Messiah wept)
And for the first time in days (I slept)
I licked sweat from her breasts; (a prophet died)
She came, and beetles poured from her cunt . . .
(I drank Oblivion)
I cut myself to breathe and the blood I bleed is black;
I’ve drank myself near death, forever fucking a box of broken glass . . .
The morning is unforgiving; the hooker next to me is dead.
Black beetles lay in pools of urine; in my cock the glass is red . . .
Blisters on my tongue; (the Messiah wept)
And for the first time in days, (I slept)
I licked sweat from her breasts; (a prophet died)
She came, and beetles poured from her cunt . . .
(I drank Oblivion)
I suck the blood I breathe
and I see black in my mind’s eye;
I’ve drank myself out of life, forever yearning to fuck something alive!
The days come and go
and many die at my hands;
Black beetles rise from pools of urine;
in my head my cock is glass . . .
(I drank Oblivion)
Now the Abyss drinks of me . . .
(I drank in the Abyss)
Oblivion, how I loathe thee . . .
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Quest For An Inner Piece
04:10
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Quest For An Inner Piece
I am beyond ancient;
I’m always searching,
but never quite finding,
the “soul” within my subjects.
This never ending quest for an inner piece has left my tongue blackened;
and flesh between my teeth . . .
Alas my reptile love,
Will we ever find the “piece”?
The almighty organ that lives after Death: the eternal lie.
I think not.
A man dismembered, dissected;
limbs and torso flayed open to draw air.
At first my probing is delicate, then frantic;
where’s the fucking “soul”?!
A dead woman still warm;
there are chains from my cock
they’re attached to her breasts.
I pull until she tears . . .
And there within her ruined chest is a mouth with many teeth,
and many eyes glazed in mortem.
I pity this thing I’ve destroyed . . .
In my search to find the mythic “soul”, I’ve learned many a dark art.
My never ending quest for an inner piece has left my mind blackened;
and flesh between my teeth . . .
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Immoral Ever After
04:20
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Immoral Ever After
I can’t sleep- because I dream-
and I see blood- everywhere;
intestines make cobwebs
with infants stuck in them.
And a girl- half spider-
crawls to them
and she eats . . .
Hush now, be still-
for the babies aren’t sleeping-
hush now- be quick
before the shadows start bleeding
your turn on the altar
says the blonde witch always burning . . .
Sleep for me, she says
and the pain will go away
scream for me, she says
and the sleep will go away
In her hand, my heart still beats-
my blood pumps out
and the shadows drink . . .
I found the realm of sleep
there dwells lust- in a black cathedral
nuns and priests of some dark order
fucking beasts- and some are dead;
hermaphrodites- are serving drinks
to those that watch- as the dark comes alive . . .
And now my turn to lay upon the altar-
My chest split open as a new heart I’m given
I hear singing as I’m sewn back-up
It’s my blonde witch no longer burning . . .
Stand for me, she says
And the pain will go away
Touch my breasts, she says
and the sleep will go away
In her snatch, I grow hard
and the blonde witch screams . . .
Sleep for me, she says
and the pain will go away
scream for me, she says
and the sleep will go away
In my hands, there’s something dead
a severed head licking its lips
Let it suckle, the blonde witch says
my blood pumps out
as a severed head gives me head . . .
I found the realm
where lust never sleeps
where dark things breathe
by light through blood stained glass
where human and beast
share the same bed
and where I’m bound
to a blonde witch I desire
I scream myself to sleep and smile
and we live immoral ever after
at least for a while . . .
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The Crawling Grotesque Woman (Chapter 1)
I looked through a hole in a fence-
to see the young woman’s body;
but when she turned towards me,
I saw the teeth that grew out
all over her face!
At noon the sky turned to dark
and the black clouds bled razor blade
drops of rain . . .
I lurp back to the boneyard
passed streets littered with dead people-
pausing to taste the fresh red meat-
town victims that the dagger storm left behind . . .
And I turn
and I see
the grotesque girl crawling after me
And I see
that her face is covered in teeth
I can’t see her nose or mouth
At my tomb I turn
to see the tooth-faced girl
she’s on her knees at the bottom step
to my home.
Though I’m adorned in shadows-
she sees me and is unafraid.
My lust grows
seeing her heaving breasts
and bruised body.
But all those teeth!
Some are fanged-
I must find a face among the dead
for her to wear
while we fuck . . .
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I Smile To Me
03:44
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I Smile To Me
A taste of waste at bedtime; she gives it to me upon request.
Daughter of Labia I adore!
And before I sleep, she pisses on me and I drink her urine . . .
A taste of blood at Night; I take it from my new pet;
a stray dog that I’ve given a home.
And before I sleep, I will cut its throat;
And I will drink all its blood . . .
A taste of waste in the morning;
I piss in a cup and Labia drinks it;
In my reflection, is the other me;
from beyond the glass, he is smiling.
While behind me Labia shits on a plate-
my breakfast is almost ready . . .
A taste of blood at Night; I take it from a hooker.
She’s epileptic and I brought her home.
And before I sleep, I will cut her throat;
but I won’t drink her blood because she’s gross . . .
I see the other me in my reflection-
with a shit-eating grin- I smile to me . . .
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10. |
In Lunacy We Lust
04:16
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In Lunacy We Lust
It’s not the moon that causes lunacy.
It’s when he likes her and she likes me.
Like if pigs and dogs decide to fuck;
or I like her and he likes him . . .
I see a couple holding hands.
The way they act it makes me sick.
True love forever, it won’t last-
In a month, the chick will suck my dick . . .
I am the Lurper OCD
in black cape and stocking mask.
I bask in the misery of love, lust and hate-
I dine on the steaming piles
of shit left by fate . . .
I hate the Sun- I like dark clouds.
I like it cold - like your mother’s womb.
Here’s a shovel now dig your hole-
it’s like I told you,
the girl would suck my pole . . .
Actually I had to dose her-
with GHB and I had to force her;
I took some pics and just had to post them-
the boyfriend freaked-
yeah, I’m a monster . . .
I am the Lurper OCD
in black cape and stocking mask-
I bask in the misery of love, lust and hate-
and drink the moans and piss-
with love’s feces I fornicate . . .
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Feral Viscera Phoenix, Arizona
PhilH is the former guitarist/songwriter for Nuclear Death. Along side Feral Viscera, is theband Whorror. These two bands make up The Nuclear Death Cult. Visit the website wnevilminds.wixsite.com/nucleardeathcult
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