PSYCHO-FRAME - THE PLOT TO NUKE THE MIDWEST

PSYCHO-FRAME - A FURTHER SHOWING OF VIOLENCE (feat. VAMACHARA)

PSYCHO-FRAME - STRAITJACKET AFTERBIRTH (feat. SCARAB)

[Verse 1]
Buried beneath your goddamn halo,
You preached, I bled, you burned me slow.
Carved my sins in your holy name,
You smiled when I drowned in shame.
Now I’m clawing through the dirt again,
A requiem soaked in blood and gin.
Angels turn their heads away,
’Cause I’m the curse they couldn’t slay.

[Pre-Chorus]
I hear your whispers callin’ me back,
From the black of the earth, from a heart gone cracked.
You dressed my corpse in chains and lace,
Now I rise to spit in your face.

[Chorus]
Upon my grave, I stand again,
Screamin’ fuck your cross, fuck your Amen!
I built my throne from my decay,
Kiss the dead and watch ’em sway.
Upon my grave, I breathe your hate,
Crown of dirt, my twisted fate.
Light the pyre, let heaven shake,
Upon my grave, the gods will break.

[Verse 2]
Your prayers are poison in disguise,
Drippin’ honey from serpent lies.
I was the saint you crucified,
But the sinner in me never died.
Through every crack in my coffin lid,
I felt your guilt for what you did.
Now your church will taste my rot,
Your holy water turns to clot.

[Pre-Chorus]
You thought I’d fade in dirt and flame,
But even death can’t kill my name.
From bones to dust, from hate to grace,
I smile as the worms embrace.

[Chorus]
Upon my grave, I stand again,
Screamin’ fuck your cross, fuck your Amen!
I built my throne from my decay,
Kiss the dead and watch ’em sway.
Upon my grave, I breathe your hate,
Crown of dirt, my twisted fate.
Light the pyre, let heaven shake,
Upon my grave, the gods will break.

[Bridge – (guttural growl and melodic scream)]
Bleed the choir, burn the light,
Let my ghost feast on the night!
Every tear you dropped was fake,
Now feel the earth beneath you quake!

[Outro]
Lay the roses, cold and black,
I’m the ghost that won’t turn back.
From the pit, I rise, depraved
Forever crowned upon my grave

Upon My Grave

A paean to famous author and dental revolutionary, Dr. Crick.

— LYRICS —

Francine had a toothache
A nagging, throbbing sore
Tormenting her for weeks
Francine had a toothache
With the unrelenting pain
She couldn’t get a good night’s sleep

Francine made the call
Every day she made the call
Each time she made the call
With a simple question

Francine made the call
Every day she made the call
Each time she made the call
With a simple question

Can I please
Can I please
Can I please just get an appointment?!
I can’t get an appointment!

Out of options and out of hope
Francine turned to Dr. Crick
A half of whisky and rusty pliers
Will surely do the trick!

Wait and see
Just you see
Wait and see
You won’t need an appointment

“I’m going to let you into a secret.
Here’s all you need to do…
That’s right.
Every. Single. One.”

All of them
That’s right
All of them
All of them
That’s right
All of them
All of them
That’s right
All of them
Every single one!

All of them
That’s right
All of them
All of them
That’s right
All of them
All of them
That’s right
All of them
Every single one!

Pull them out
That’s right
All of them
Every single one!

All I need
All I need
All I need
Is soup and a straw!



GENiUS Unveils Simple Trick to Have ZERO Dental Bills! (Demo)

Disclaimer: There are element in the songs that have been generated by A.I. You have been warned meat bags!
At its core, Protocol – Extinction is about power, inevitability, and existential limits. The album begins with cold, militant confidence—machines executing extinction protocols and asserting dominion—but gradually evolves into something darker and more unsettling as the Metal Overlords encounter forces that cannot be optimized, defeated, or even fully understood.
What starts as a war album ends as a cosmic reckoning.

PSYCHO-FRAME - STRAITJACKET AFTERBIRTH (feat. SCARAB)

Incantations of Ichor