Bloated Corpse Parade

Same song. Same tone.
Same scream like a dial tone.
Every track —
Copy-paste.
Different words,
Same face.

He growls for the mirror,
He lifts for the lens.
Says it's “core” —
But it's trends.

There’s no rage.
Just gym routines.
Just TikTok teens
And branded screens.



No filth. No fear.
No basement shows.
No blood, no gear.
Just fancy clothes.

His fans are kids
That never knew
What deathcore meant
When it was true.

They see a monster,
Slick and loud —
But not the sweat
From real crowds.

This ain’t deathcore.
It’s product.
It’s cosplay with blast beats.

The project’s a joke.
A theme park gore.
It's breakdowns
With a padded floor.

Where are the scars?
Where’s the collapse?
He sells the mask
But skips the cracks.

It’s safe anger
For monetized rage.
No risk, no depth —
Just stage.

Alex Terrible is Fagot

We are a band Psalm Of Incision from Europe, which combines various genres of heavy music in its sound. We don’t limit ourselves to the framework of one genre – each track becomes an experiment, combining powerful riffs, parts. Fuck nu-metal, Slam For Death

Bloated Corpse Parade

Psalm Of Incision

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