[Musick & Lyrixxx - Matt Harvey
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Extrapolating from the abhorrent, we disinter a sordid truth
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Heinously plundering death's depths like a bumbling violent sleuth
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Tearing through the layers of decay with vicious rancor and bitter scorn
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To get at the cold, dead heart of the matter which we bring forth to
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mourn...
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Carnage canonized - We let death reign unfettered
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Derangement eulogized - To the last bloody letter
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No one can do it better...
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[Lead - Mike]
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In grisly detail we play out or own death scenes' coup de grace
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With homicidal zeal we remove the curtain that decorum would draw
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Retrograding your morality in our sick, dead world, it had no place
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Desecrating your sense of dignity, but of course in the end, it's all a
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matter of (dis)taste...
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Your values mollified - severed by clean, precise cuts, each to the last
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Your senses vilified - taste and tolerance are now taken to task...
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In the name of gore, we'll set right this bloody score
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The grave can't hold us anymore, we'll kick in the mausoleum doors
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Even sicker than before, we enjoy this gruesome chore
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Revealing the ghastly horror, the face of death that you deplore
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Rotting through the core, this slaughterous carnage you abhor
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Is the vocation we adore, as we drain another oozing sore
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Bringing revulsion to the fore, as the vomit stains on the floor
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FOREVERMORE - IN THE NAME OF GORE...
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Stopping at nothing to indulge an off-color sense of tumor
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We regurgitate force-fed atrocities straight onto a silver platter
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Serving up ghastly repast hard to swallow without black humor
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With tongue in cheek we gorge on the matter of splatter
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Leaving no headstone unturned and no gravesite unmarred
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Our wayward journey six feet straight down we undertake
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Dark horses tread swiftly through this unhallowed danse macabre
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Somnambulating through our own nightmares while fully awake...
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Never letting sleeping cadavers lie, we wring out their sickening stories
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Though lending a near and a voice to the dead would make some wince
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No detail is omitted, no matter how repulsive, vile or gory
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We won't recant our morbid epithets, flesh, not words, is what we mince...
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[Lead - Matt]
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Decay by any other name would reek and fester just the same
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We delight in beating a dead corpse in its own malignant game
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Slicing off another cutting remark that could shear off protruding bones
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Our barbs are quite malicious and our verbal daggers sharply honed...
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Decay consecrated - wallowing in our own pathological waste
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Reality regurgitated - and smear right back in your fucking face...
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In the name of gore, we'll set right this bloody score
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The grave can't hold us anymore, we'll kick in the mausoleum doors
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Even sicker than before, we enjoy this gruesome chore
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Revealing the ghastly horror, the face of death that you deplore
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Rotting through the core, this slaughterous carnage you abhor
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Is the vocation we adore, as we drain another oozing sore
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Bringing revulsion to the fore, as the vomit stains on the floor
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FOREVERMORE - IN THE NAME OF GORE...
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In The Name Of Gore
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