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Mortify
03:41
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Out here waiting
Beyond the wire
A holy longing
Consumes my mind
Anticipating
Ecstatic fire
I’m out here hanging
On razor wire
My head throbs hot
My limbs are numb
A fever thirst
Dry tongue is struck dumb
My soul cries out
My body churns
With cramping lust
I pray it must come
Anticipating
Ecstatic fire
I’m out here waiting
My idée fixe
Burns in this flesh
Feverish wish
Await abject
Focused on the searing light
Mantra drumming through my mind
My painful path to paradise
This manic thirst for you
Out here waiting
Beyond the wire
A world not made
For such as I
I tremble like
A moth in flame
My hunger is
My only faith
I dwell in shame
For I am filth
Afflicted with
This sick sack of sin
My mortal flesh
I flagellate
I’ll thrash myself
Into fucking bits
Chase the object
Of my love
Embrace apocalypse
My idée fixe
Burns in this flesh
Feverish wish
Await abject
Focused on the searing light
Mantra drumming through my mind
My painful path to paradise
This manic thirst for you
Mortified, sanctified
My idée fixe
Burns in this flesh
Feverish wish
Await abject
Focused on the searing light
Mantra drumming through my mind
My painful path to paradise
This manic thirst for you
I yearn to join
With my beloved
In sacrament
Of flesh and blood
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2. |
Totenkopf
02:40
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Erupting upwards from desert sand
Cadaverous Korps at your sick Führer’s command
Reanimate disciples of the master race
Crepuscular Kommando with a skull for a face
Mindless you marched to do your nation’s will
Indoctrinated, eager to loot and kill
Heavy payment for your cargo of stolen gold
For that psychopathic corporal you sold your souls
Shattered detritus amid wrecked palms
Uncanny testimony to war’s violent harm
Terror stalks once more amid the ruins
Skeletal claws thrust up from shifting dunes
Why do you keep on coming back?
Horrific emanations of the human morass
Kids fight back
For their lives
For their love
To survive
Erupting upwards from desert sand
Cadaverous Korps at your sick Führer’s command
Horrifying adepts in the ways of hate
Crepuscular Kommando with a skull for a face
There is a finale to each reign of fear
New explorers fight this horror from those brutal years
Meeting fire with fire youths exorcise this fearful zone
All your victories turn hollow as your dried-up bones
Vultures pick with gloating care at your flesh
As you join your leader in an ignominious death
Uniformed corpses sink in African dust
The last sad fragments of your swastika fleck away in rust
Why do you keep on coming back?
Horrific emanations of the human morass
Source of the contagion must be buried deep
Guess we all know that trauma repeats
Nazi zombies FUCK YOU
Nazi zombies FUCKING LOSE
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3. |
Malfacteur
03:26
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My brother sold me out to a powerful man
I worked his fields until blood sprang from my hands
I passed beneath the earth
Crushed down by stones and dirt
My brother sold me out to a powerful man
I was made a beast of burden by the powers in the land
At dead of night the bokor rides to my house
Secret words are uttered and my soul is sucked out
I sicken quick – they bury me that week
As I sink down in my box I hear my wife’s wild shriek
I walk this earth among you
But I am a broken man
I have lost the things that made me
They have taken all I am
Viens Ti Jean
Mon petit malfacteur
Burn the bones
Grind the mortar
Now we must do this work
Burn the bones
Grind the mortar
My brother sold me out to a powerful man
I worked his fields until blood sprang from my hands
I passed beneath the earth
Crushed down by stones and dirt
My brother sold me out to a powerful man
I was made a beast of burden by the powers in the land
Cock-crow at midnight: they call at my grave
Angel in a bottle grants him power to enslave
Le concombre zombi smeared on my cracked lips
Lock my hands in the manacles’ cold iron links
I walk this earth among you
But I am a broken man
I have lost the things that made me
They have taken all I am
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4. |
She Lives
02:01
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Winsome and pure
So demure
Pretty girl unsafe
In this cruel world
The corpses come
She squeals and screams
The helpless babe
Of dead men’s dreams
All these manky fucks
These rotten ghouls
Are crowding close
To clutch and maul
But as they shuffle near
In mindless lust for flesh
A shocking metamorphosis
She manifests…
First she’ll kick your ass
Then she’ll eat your brain
Let’s hear a scream for the deathless girl
She’s gonna take your breath away
Her shrieks grow harsh
Flesh waxes pale
All that girlish charm now
Gone in a warlike wail
No more squeals of fear now
No more whimpered fright
And her hands as they lock around your throat
They’re as cold as fucking ice
First she’ll kick your ass
Then she’ll eat your brain
Let’s hear a scream for the deathless girl
She’s gonna take your breath away
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5. |
Human Capital
02:29
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Dead guys arise and march in rage
Damn virus freaked their fucking brains
Thousands at risk nowhere to go
But I’ve got people that I know…
Call up my buddy, say I got the money
Get my golden ticket to the land of opportunity
Ink some contracts to get in on the action
Investor fever spreading like contagion
Don’t waste a zombie crisis ‘cause there’s profit to be made
Protection is available to all if they can pay
In times of trial, we make this call:
The strong are saved. The weak go to the wall.
Man the times are shitty, gotta love this city
Feeding off the carcass all predatory
Gated community, private security
Got a real nice deal
Don’t waste a zombie crisis ‘cause there’s profit to be made
Protection is available to all if they can pay
Don’t waste a zombie crisis ‘cause there’s profit to be made
Protection is available to all if they can pay
In times of trial, we make this call:
The strong are saved. The weak go to the wall.
Human capital
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6. |
Splatterpunk
01:50
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Since the day that we met
I wanna smash in your head
Tear your body apart
I don’t care who you are
Because you are the other
Because you are not I
Because you are the other
Because your pain’s not mine
Fricassee you with saws
Splat your head in a door
Crush your skull like an egg
Sever all arms and legs
Because you are the other
Because you are not I
Because you are the other
Because your pain’s not mine
Welcome to playtime
Blow out your brains time
It’s such a fine line
Between fun and thoughtcrime
Killing you feels so good
I cannot tell a lie
Killing you feels so good
A licence to destroy
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7. |
Unfree
03:52
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Oh my sweet, sweet child
Get away from the wire
Don’t let them find you here
The coast is clear
Human automaton breathes his last few words to one beloved
As fast as you can
Just get the fucking fuck away from here
These bastards are mad
They’re pushing processing on everyone
Cooked up some crazy drug
Causes corruption in your cerebrum
Get out now
Oh dear child don’t be like me
Living out my death from day to day
Burned out my brain, surer than chains
But you, if you’re willing to work, you could still change
You could still break free
God knows we’re all slaves
Scum on the neural wave
Fate inscribed in the gene
Escape’s a fantasy
But now they blasted my state
Every outcome pre-ordained
Every impulse compelled
Condemned to labour in hell
Oh dear child don’t be like me
Living out my death from day to day
Burned out my brain, surer than chains
But you, if you’re willing to work, you could still change
Win autonomy
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8. |
Word is the Virus
03:28
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Have you heard what they are saying there’s this rumour going round
‘Bout how the folks in Pontypool all got together in a crowd
And they went herding down on Drum Street they were murmuring real loud
And they were grabbing on to people trying to climb into their mouths
Don’t say it out loud
Word is the virus
Yeah, apparently this sickness, well, it’s spread when people talk
And it messes with their heads and it affects the way they walk
It’s like their software is corrupted and they’re in this fucked up state
And their thinking’s all retarded and their minds are full of hate
Hear the evil
Speak the evil
Paranoia
There’s something in the air
Messianic
Hermeneutic of despair
The truth is out there
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9. |
Hibakusha
03:54
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Sun fell down today
Our world has gone away
We stagger in shocked daze
Choking on this black rain
Scalded, smouldered
Few seconds beauty before the end
Sky washed with iridescent flame
A charring heat irradiates
Whole multitudes are scorched away
It was fate
It was fate
It was hate
True avatars of living death
Inhabitants of earthly hell
Sick half-lives numbered in hours or days
The rending of the fleshly veil
True avatars of living death
Inhabitants of earthly hell
Sick half-lives numbered in hours or days
The rending of the veil
Hibakusha
Sun fell down today
Broken voices scream to die
There’s no mercy and no pity only pain
And our children now are all incinerate
Scalded, smouldered
Few seconds beauty before the end
Sky washed with iridescent flame
A charring heat irradiates
Whole multitudes are scorched away
It was fate
It was fate
It was hate
True avatars of living death
Inhabitants of earthly hell
Sick half-lives numbered in hours or days
The rending of the fleshly veil
True avatars of living death
Inhabitants of earthly hell
Sick half-lives numbered in hours or days
The rending of the veil
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Send More Paramedics is a zombie film-influenced crossover thrash band from the UK.
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