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Purgal Abnomitary EP

by Torn From The Womb

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Dystopian forthel, man will suffer for his sins This isn’t hell, this isn’t any fucking religion, this is reality Examination, gangrenous misanthrope Goliath is humanity, commended to perish Colonize them Terrorize them Extirpate them For absolute salvation on this planet of flesh Atomic explosion begins our absolution Nuclear holocaust will flush down remains of flesh Living in dystopian society, end this farce All shall fall under my psychotic vision Unsymphatic pathological carnage Abominations of absolute purge The constant purpose of every human beign is for me to kill Reborn in decay, only flesh is repository for sickness Live to be forgotten, die to be useful Spreading the sickness, as my tools gently slash your flesh Cenobitial carnage, life for me to forsake Mankind at it’s final monolith Humanity failed, creation by me to rip them apart This is the final of the finals No more shame on this surreal rampage Dystopian forthel, man will suffer for his sins This isn’t hell, this isn’t any fucking religion, this is reality Examination, gangrenous misanthrope Goliath is humanity, commended to perish
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We are all just rotting sack of meat, since we was born Overlord defined the purpose for us- powering the core Defected, afflicted to erase, unsaturated glutton for extinction Pitiful waste of life, research for global malfunction Through autopsy I reject and reform Fluidal extraction, for accumulation Abdominal dissection, to achieve specimen Growing brain pressure requires for transplantation Eructations of symbiotix fleshy death I am the explanation I am the way I am the protoplation I’ll show you the way to extinct I am protagonist In the servant of reanimation I am murderous objection Incarnation of rebirth Full on sustain malpracticion Preparatory explanation circumstances Examinated enthrallment of the living Preparatory explanation circumstances Superior path of manipulation Preparatory explanation circumstances As you refusing your destiny samples are exported Torment is the only way to redeeme your sins Suffer as subject of indoctrination experiment Tissue approved Spawn of infamy Remnants of aborted life Odin reincarnation MSB – R0194 Example of apparatus worldwide termination
3.
De coupache from your internal organs My sanity has come to it's final point Ornaments decorate from your winkled skin Syndrome to renovate Enter tepid esensuation, mesmerizing aroma stifling my morbid mind So warm this summer night Heat makes the corpses smell so intense A deranged maniacal freak, masturbating under decayed filth Taste of obscenity, hideous ritual Erotic activities among mass grave In fornicate reformation of death flesh darkest quench lure It's my existential quest to reprint your skin Essention of death infesting my recognition No resistance, no screams, just fatal sickness No regrets for what I'm doing with your body Cancerous tissue I carve, rebellious ecstasis, mouldy soul infesting the morgue Pale faces, that's haunt me, premature mental breakdown Devouring rotten texture I reform and recreate In maniacal hypnosis I paint sepulchral walls with your death As demented artistry show me the way, I'll keep your remains to me Insected autopsy, repulsive cranial exposion Dead meat orgy, with a chainsaw I dissect Recreated grotesque monument, grime is tool Septic reconstruction of careless pathosis Through my artwork, hypocrisy will be revealed You give me purpose to create Membrane so imperfect, implicity fascinated Twisted and abhorrent my individuality is Horrific images dwelling my sanity Time to insert wire Silence, darkness, it's my carnal obsession You'll always be with me My canvas your flesh Consumed by dementia
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Reformed 05:13
Beaten mutilated body dumped in a ditch Zbiera się robactwo, szerzy się zaraza 60 pounds of meat in a state of decay Deformation, szerzy się zaraza That is deformation 4x Zbiera się gangrena We are the beast which teared this body Rot tastes great Deformed-stąd wyjdzie plaga That is deformation 4x We are beast which teared this body We are death We are decade which will resolve The soil will consume this body together with dried blood and rotten meat Decaying membrane burst, guts falls on the ground Rotten,dirty deformed covered by blockclotted blood No face only scabs ullers and gangrene This view stuck in my mind To ja jestem zwierzyną,która rozszarpie to ciało Ja jestem śmiercią Ja jestem dekadą, która dokona rozkładu Beaten mutilated body dumped in a ditch Zbiera się robactwo, szerzy się zaraza 60 pounds of meat in a state of decay Deformation, szerzy się zaraza That is deformation 4x
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Addressing inequities in inadequate techniques Surgical procedures, involved and unique My knife is a brush for a sanguine pallette Create a masterpiece with some bone and a mallet Hysterectomies for those who are insane Severing meninges to balance the brain Trephan the skull for a nervous disorder Tapping the vein to expunge fever Excoriate bubos with brand and cleaver Our professors believe we're out of order Suffering spinalectomies Their bellies, jaundiced Fusty minds, cowardly You're gutless Feint of heart and lothly With enfeebled stomachs Lily-livered and rafty You're gutless Without the risk, there's no reward We must experiment on our wards To elevate our science We will operate in defiance Committed to impuning progress Judicial officials are made to egress Our critics are given the axe The needs of many outweigh the few Profficide required for us to continue The research of cold, dead facts Restraining philistines Facing final justice Exscinding to the spine You're gutless Liberating omentum Of an aristarchus Usefulness just begun You're gutless Without the risk, there's no reward We must experiment on our wards To elevate our science We will operate in defiance Moral objectors will lose their tongues And guts and bones and brains and teeth and lungs Till they're gutless

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released March 4, 2021

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Since 2014 I recording my music as Torn From The Womb

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