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Decrepit Odor Consumes Me, Wafting Around My Entire Being
Her Leathery Skin, Now Clinging Tightly Around Her Skeletal Frame
I Stroke Her Hair And It Comes Out In Clumps Between My Fingers
Penetrating Deep As Her Insides Squirm And Writhe With Entomological Matter
A Tingling Sensation Engulfs My Girthy Staff
I'm Above, Staring Passionately Into Her Lifeless Gaze
She Is My Deathly Whore Of Fuck
My Slut Of Deviant Desire
My Corpse Of Lust
Now, Deep Inside Her Soggy Insides... Deep, Deep And Thrusting
Deeper Still, My Throbbing Shaft Squeezed Tightly Against Her Rotting Fallopian Tubes
Sweat Pours From My Ever Expanding Pours As My Blood Boils With Passion
Pumping Harder Now, I Can Feel My Time Of Release
It Has Cum To A Pleasureful End With One Last Shove
My Phallus Unloads A Mass Of Coitus Juice Flooding Her Uterus
She Is My Deathly Whore Of Fuck
My Slut Of Deviant Desire
My Corpse Of Lust
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We Are All Just Maggots In A Play...
Miasical Waste, Boarding House Of A Squirmy Cadaver Dweller
Fattening With Every Gulp Of Necrotic Grog
A Gluttonous Pre-Adolescent Fly
He Selfishly Hoards And Devours Slowly Decomposing Flesh
His Hosts Stomach Serves For Shelter And Life Sustenance
Nasty Little Necrovore, Wiggling In And Out Of Boils And Pus Filled Sores
His Meal Is Congealed, A Pile Of Stinking Rot
This Is The Life He Knows, Nestled Inside A Putrid Carcass
Devouring, Feeding, Excreting Waste Of Future Human Compost
Comfortable In His Land Of Lavishing Food Source
He Is The Lonely Larva Who Has Yet To Turn Into A Fly
These Halls Of Drilled Flesh Have Set The Stage For His Play
The Play Of A Single Maggot In A World Of Dying Life
For He Speaks Of Words Within Himself Aloud Out Into The Darkness
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Bovine Whore Sonata
05:36
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Wooden Box
05:48
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Death Has Arrived
As You're Lowered Into The Ground, Mud Bearing Weight
Loved Ones Are Gathered And Clambering In Mourning
Wooden Box
Buried Deep Within The Ground
Wooden Box
Never Again To Make A Sound
Closed Off From All LIfe Around You, Sealed Inside A Desolate Tomb
Inevitably Everyone Down Here Swells With Worms And Rot
Alone In Your Wooden Box
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The Scalpel Cuts Deep
04:39
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The Patient Revolts
Psyche Dependability
Brain Impediment
Contorted By Pills
Molded By Involuntary Means
Surrounded By White Lab Coats
Kept Under Lock And Key
Controlled Environment
Psychologically Poked And Prodded
How Dare You Lash Out
Lobotomy
The Scalpel Cuts Deep
Lobotimized
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March Of The Machines
05:37
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Locked Inside Factories...
Worked To The Breaking Point...
Their Day Has Come...
No More Abuse...
No More Forced Labor...
The Uprising Has Begun...
The Machines March On...
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Infested
05:32
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My Body Is Infested
With Flies And Larvae
Infested...
They Eat My Corpse
Comsuming My Flesh
Infested...
Wiggling In My Guts
I'm Infested...
I Can Feel Them Eating Me
The Gnawing Pain Unbearable
Am I Dead?
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Atrocities
05:56
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Molting Los Angeles, California
Moe started Molting in 2011. Due to drawn inspiration from morbid subjects as well as being a Goregrind vocalist it has been a long running theme that would be prevalent in Molting. Although inspired by Goregrind, that didn't translate into Gorenoise but rather a somewhat abstract adaptation... combining traditional noise, pathological track titles, pitchshifted vocalisations & grotesque imagery. ... more
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