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PARENTAL ADVISORY! - Explicit lyrics |
| 1. | Gutfest * | 3:15 |
| 2. | Psychotic Mind * | 3:14 |
| 3. | Atomicide | 6:42 |
| 4. | Efil Life Pt. 1 | 5:00 |
| 5. | Burial to bury all * | 3:20 |
| 6. | Aggressive Executioner * | 5:00 |
| 7. | Sick Sense * | 4:14 |
| 8. | Efil Life Pt. 2 | 1:38 |
| Total: | * 19:03 | |
Lyrics are copyright Bismuth, used by permission.
1st lead: Trissection by O.
2nd lead: Ripped entrails by J.
Dissoliving in an acid pool
entrails turn to bloodied drool.
Rubbered bones, you look the fool.
Hung from a tree with barbed wire,
leg meat smoulders on the fire
lit below you, getting higher..
Had enough?
Head removed with a silver blade,
thoughts dissolve, visions fade;
your torturer has got it made.
Ripped apart by a meteorite,
your head is f**ked, your body's trite.
Human flesh flies through the night.
Had enough?
Shot in the neck with a poison dart;
Tied to a rack and pulled apart;
You think that's sick? It's just the start!
Ventricles opened with a pike,
eyeballs gouged out with a spike,
is this the sort of thing you like?
Yeah.
Unable to protect...
from thoughts inside my head...
A deadly killing spree
the option left for me.
Visions of the dead...
Decomposing shades of red...
Vicious loss of life
from the Psychotic Mind's knife.
Sense of right eludes me, pacifism bores me,
Destruction excites me - thoughts inside my
Psychotic Mind.
Pulses are silent...
From death dealt so violent...
Destroying my brain...
My thoughts are so insane.
Manic torturer...
Fatal Debaucherer...
Man, woman, child, beast
in my mind deceased.
Slow riff
They spill out on the street
the bodies at my feet...
Is this reality...
or is it me?
Locked in a padded cell...
Straight jacket hell...
Electrified brain...
But my visions are the same.
1st lead: Mental case by J.
In control of a nation's pride;
Impending disaster awaits inside;
Festering human pesticide;
"Safe" you told us but you lied.
BASTARD!
Suicide personified
Objectified genocide
Exemplified homicide
A-tom-i-cide.
Bombs in storage never tried,
nuclear meltdown countless died,
guilty conscience, hope you cried.
"Safe" you told us but you lied.
BASTARD!
How long can you hide
in your bunker never tried?
I bet you think thats "Safe" too.
1st lead: Isotopic Fallout by J.
Ending.
My inner light's kept in the dark
too much confusion, angst and anarchy.
Terminated thoughts return to sender,
anger misery and pain begin to render.
Events and people conspire to get me down
feelings electrify myself and ground.
Substitute personality, inner revolution,
struggling hard against my own persecution.
Trying hard to utter my own mind,
unable to talk, no words I can find,
lonliness certain unless I can reduce
nerves and speak my own thoughts let loose.
Outside hours tried living like a recluse,
spoke to no-one safe but was no use.
Tortured in a single roomed hell
thoughts made worse but no-one to tell.
In the bar I stare at my beer
friends around oblivious to my fear
twisted alcohol based dead state -
F**K IT ALL! FETCH ME THE GODDAMN CRATE.
You! People about a gaping pit
Me! Awaiting insertion in it
Pray! If you feel better that way
I! Will see you in hell anyway!
DEAD! A Burial to bury all, a Burial to bury all
A Burial to bury all, a Burial to bury all!!
1st lead: Dead Undertaker by J.
You! Leaving a filled in hole
Me! Decomposing is my goal
Rejoice! My body starts to decay
Fear! To meet me in hell someday!
2nd lead: by J.
3rd lead: by J.
All your aggression rises up - tension is terminal.
Swinging the blades, actions are fatal.
Next victim nears, regular forever.
Next victim looms, more parts to sever.
Aggressor, people's lives mean nought.
Executioner can never be caught.
Forever hell to be fed.
Punisher, creator of the dead.
Fatality beckons, killing is fun;
Decided in seconds, Satan's work never done.
Next victim nears, death is definite.
Next victim looms, devil incarnate.
Aggressor, people's lives mean nought.
Executioner can never be caught.
Successor, to the one that came before.
Professor of death and killing lore.
1st lead: Slaughter of the Soul by J.
Chosen at birth in a strange ceremony;
Punisher elect adulthood unholy.
Handed the blade by the last evil f**ker -
Aggressive Executioner starts the massacre!
AGGRESSIVE! EXECUTIONER!
AGGRESSIVE! EXECUTIONER!
AGGRESSIVE! EXECUTIONER, Kill!
2nd lead: Axe Wielding by J.
Mutilation of decaying remains;
A mouthful of swollen intestines.
Pleasure in the visions of gore;
Flesh spills from my mouth to the floor.
Enjoyment from decapitation;
Fun from a surgically made incision.
Murder, sexual purity,
Intensity at fatality and pain!
Mutilation, a bloody rain;
A mouthful of rectal drain.
Pleasure, from the meat that I knaw;
Flesh is all that I adore.
Enjoyment - no inhibition;
Fun with bloodied intention.
Murder, massacred ecstasy
Intensity at fatality and pain!
Break
Mutilation of the insane;
A mouthful of human brain.
Pleasure from an open weeping sore;
Flesh around me, yet I crave for more.
Enjoyment from torture selection;
Fun from a cadaver covered erection.
Murder, this reality
Intensity at fatality and pain!
1st lead: by O.
2nd lead: by J.
A sick sense of reality
A happiness in suffering
1. Death and dead gentility.
2. Raving death insanity.
3. Tossing over bestiality.
4. A sick sense of reality.
NOTHING IS DISGUSTING!
People in charge, no f**king clue,
deadly obsessions carried through
silent revenge, mental decay
so what has this world come to today?
Stabbed in the back, eyelids don't bat,
tread on me now you f**ked up twat.
Life sucks, so what?
Enjoy all the little that you've got.
No reason for being, life matters less,
business as usual, this world's a mess;
destruction is pointless, irrelevence dawns,
my life is f**ked, you're all pawns.
After you're gone you cease to exist
decomposed flesh, no need to resist,
do sod all, pay no attention,
this life's a joke, a pointless invention.
Sense of wrong, a point of view;
do what you like, and like what you do,
f**k everyone else and live for yourself,
stomp on the poor, live for wealth.
Money, sex, fun, life,
poverty, celibacy, banality, death