Immortal Disfigurement - Dragged through the inferno

"The Conqueror"
By Fit For An Autopsy

We'll tear this whole fucking world apart.
Condemn the crown, deny your faith, and kill the messenger.
Embrace the end with open arms.
Watch the sky turn black as we cease to exist.
The sign of the son of man will appear in the sky,
And all of the nations of earth will mourn.
We will tear this fucking world apart, searching for salvation.
We will tear this fucking world apart, in the face of damnation.
We've been given every chance to put an end to this insanity.
Have we lost our faith in god, or has he lost his faith in humanity?
Maybe it is him who does not believe in the ever failing will of man.
The ability to change is but a choice not a destiny placed in our hands.
Punishment for taking every thing for granted.
Never ending sickness, absolute chaos.
All the nations of the earth will mourn.
Pestilence
Famine
War
Hell on Earth
Your day of judgment approaches.
None spared by the hands of the conqueror.
Your day of judgment approaches.
None spared by the hands of the conqueror.
Beneath the wings of the raven.
A new beginning.
Rising from the ashes of toppled empires.
Standing on the broken backs of fallen giants.
We will rejoice in the guilt.
It is our nature to destroy.
We will tear this fucking world apart, searching for salvation.
We will tear this fucking world apart, in face of damnation.
We'll cease to exist.

Fit For An Autopsy - The Conqueror

Sleeping Titans

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!



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