Carcass

Carcass - Symposium Of Sickness lyrics

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An encloaking, dark epoch

In which all life is now appraised

Another valueless commodity

On which the paracious may feebly graze

Indebted homage to their mammon

Whilst the mort is the music of the meek

Transcendence from a beatifully brutal reality

Is what I seek...

Noxious, sully dolour

Is not the sentiment upon which we feed

But precocious consciousness

Draws out a morbid nous to bleed

Chiselling out seething words

Which cut deep down to the bone

Always legible

So be it on our own headstone...

Rising to out own nadir

Reality we try to extirpate

Trying to raise a twisted smile

Similar to that silver plate

On a coffin which is joined

Hammering in each final nail

Last kill and testament

Left now intestate...

Noxious, sully dolour

Is not the thesis which is bled

A precarious train of thought

In which mental cattle-trucks are led

Carving out skilful words

Which shear brittle bones

Always spelt out well

We just can't leave the dead alone...

Monographic text

A terminal doctrine of diseased minds perplexed

Enunciated epigrams

Eschatological, rotten requiems

Always our own worst cynics

Exorcisers of scorching scorn

Digging our own graves

But never stand over and mourn

The roulade now pandemonium

Displaced in the muggy sods

Espoused with the macabre

The dead we filch and rob...

...Munificant bale...

...From the deviants staid...

Execrations - taunting spiritual release

Exoneration - upon the perishable we feast

Excogitation - picking at the bones of convention

Exculpitation - foul verbal conflagration...

Epigraphic text, a literary vex

The macabre perplexed, with corporeality meshed

Euthenic text

An unpleasant journey, to a world perplexed

Corporeal epigraphs

Eschatological unpleasantness

Always forever cryptic

Exercisers of twisted grief

Helping you to dig up the interred

Whilst fresh still are the wreaths

The harmony now pandemonium

Heard out in the muddy dirt

Espoused with the bizzare

We play on our own turf...

...Epithetic text...

...A macabre rality perplexed...

Execrations - literary tales of atrocities fairy

Exoneration - harsh, cold bloody marys

Excogitation - a narcissistic eutechnique

Exculpitation - perverse artworks, so unique...

Monographic text, a literary vex

The macabre perplexed, with reality meshed...

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