Constantly craving, needing to eat shit
No escape from this place
Life condemned to rot
pulpy ulcerous filaments
Gagged snot and clots »
Constipation Camp
Human Jerky
by Cattle Decapitation
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operations
From head to feet
The reek of putrefaction is in you
The pulpy ailed material starts to rot
The pulsating pap in your veins
Punish you for that »
Bought Beauty
Christbait
by Blood
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Heights.
We'll dance our legs to pulpy nubs until he smiles through the death cloud. »
Moth
I Don't Care Where I Go When I Die
by Gaza
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them at the station?
Hey moral soldier you've got righteous proclamation
And precious tomes to fuel your pulpy conflagrations
I want to conquer »
I Want to Conquer the World
No Control
by Bad Religion
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killed Jesus
Just to see him bleed on his pulpis throne
I am evil
I'm the Deicide and i killed the lord
No more reasons
I will kill the world in »
Deicide
Deicide
by Deicide
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phone numbers
The urgent napkin poems
All of which laundering has rendered
pulpy and strange
Loose change and a key
Ask me
Go ahead, ask me if I »
Coming Up
Imperfectly
by Ani DiFranco
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killed Jesus
Just to see him bleed on his pulpis throne
I am evil
I'm the Deicide and i killed the lord
No more reasons
I will kill the world in »
Deicide [DVD]
When London Burns
by Deicide
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feelings; just a squishy pulpy mass
Of pastel sentiment, but hush - baby's sleeping at last.
If man reflects, he might question why the angels sing,
But »
Morose Colored Glasses
Earthquake Weather
by Kristian Hoffman
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yet bared and many more in prime
To pull apart the pulpy flesh and sip from what's inside
In ecstasy the warmth within is felt by sallow hands
Which »
Crimson Might (And Glory)
What Will Be Has Been
by Epoch of Unlight
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Your dry throat creaks without a saliva to sputter
As your pulpy dehydrated tongue soundlessly threshes
Days without sustenance spent shackled »
Consuming Impulse
Anatomy Is Destiny
by Exhumed
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