rise up above the noise
into the widening void
ignorance is everywhere
drowing out the inner voice

one step forward
six steps back

my patience comes to an end
winding through darkened paths
existing in dirt thick clouds
oh this will never last

here I am again
I've fell into the dirt
assimilated in excriment
so loud my silent words

try to rise  above the noise
to behold the sickened mass
this here attempt at moving on
failed again, it is the last

2017

i think i was trying to make something like a wrestling type entrance song.

Sweeping entrails, scooping the eyes
My kitchen is drenched in blood
Leave nothing to waste, but tendons to taste
The culinary work is done

What have I done, bones in the blood
Busted and smashed by a hammer
The heads in the fridge untouched and smiling
Well not but she was when I killed her

My place is sickly mess
Chopping and smashing the rest
Murder to satisfy taste
A treasure not left to waste

Sweetness of death delicious the corpse
A dream of beauty so bleak
Dining on guts and eating the flesh
Bodies rot it does reek

Seeking the food bludgeon the prey
Knife in the neck to prepare
So much blood runs at my feet
It's all for me I won't share

Gross Kitchen

I quick tune put together... you may hear the At the Gates influence. I love that band, riffs with feeling those guys.

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