מילים לשיר Symposium Of Sickness – Carcass

Music: Owen) An encloaking, dark epoch
In which all life is now appraised
On which the rapacious may feebly graze
Another valueless commodity
Indebted homage to their mammon
Whilst the mort is the music of the meek
Transcendence from a beautifully brutal reality
Is what I seek. Is not the sentiment upon which we feed
Noxious, sully dolour
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. (Lead trem: Necrononism by M. Amott) Rising to our own nadir
Reality we try to extirpate
Trying to raise a twisted smile
Similar to that silver plate
On a coffin which is joined
Last kill and testament
Hammering in each final nail
Left now intestate. Noxious, sully dolour
Is not the thesis which is bled
A precarious train of thought
Carving out skilful words
In which mental cattleWhich shear brittle bones
Always spelt out well
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We just can't leave the dead alone. 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
Espoused with the macabre
Displaced in the muggy sods
The dead we filch and rob. .Munificant bale. .From the deviants staid.
Execrations Exoneration Exculpitation Excogitation The macabre perplexed, with corporeality meshed Epigraphic text, a literary vex (
Euthenic text
Corporeal epigraphs
An unpleasant journey, to a world perplexed
Eschatological unpleasantness Always forever cryptic
Exercisers of twisted grief
Helping you to dig up the interred
The harmony now pandemonium
Whilst fresh still are the wreaths
Espoused with the bizarre
Heard out in the muddy dirt
We play on our own turf. .Epithetic text.
.A macabre reality perplexed. Execrations Excogitation Exoneration Exculpitation
Monographic text, a literary vex
The macabre perplexed, with reality meshed. ((Lead: Cold logistic language by W.G. Steer.