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Shockumentary
04:22
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Grotesque face of reality
Watching tapes you should not see
Morbid lust of humanity
You'll see things you won't unsee
It's fucked up
It's so crazy
It's everything it needs to be
So fuck off and take a sit
Shockumentary!
Napalm bombs and killing spree
Homeless men fighting on TV
Rotted corpses and surgery
Mondo snuff for all to see
Twist it up
Make it morbid
Gruesome gore is what I need
So fuck off and take a sit
Shockumentary!
Violence, no second chance
Street fights, in public space
Devoured, by lions pack
Tortured, no turning back
Burned-up, skins turning black
Smacked down, skull fucking cracked
Watch-out, nothing here is faked
Beware, you could be next
Pain, death, gore, autopsy
Give me the shits I paid to see
I've got them all on DVD
Banned in america or Bumfights 3.
Try it up
And you will see
Horrid death and bloody meat
So fuck off and take a sit
Shockumentary!
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Frantic Lynchmob
04:33
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Where you hide, we'll find you
Thousands stabs, we'll kill you
Nothing but a violent death
This is what you should expect.
Frantic lynchmob
Where you go we will follow
Frantic lynchmob
The last pain that you will know
Frantic lynchmob
Wanted dead, nowhere to go
Frantic lynchmob
We will end your fucking show
Open street public beating
Full violence with no mercy
Time to pay, pure suffering
Brutal death for all your crimes.
Frantic lynchmob
Where you go we will follow
Frantic lynchmob
The last pain that you will know
Frantic lynchmob
Wanted dead, nowhere to go
Frantic lynchmob
We will end your fucking show
Runaway, nowhere to go
You can run, but you can't hide
Executed, justice is served
You played your games, you earned your prize.
No more lies now you are dead
We just bashed open your head
If history retains your name
It will be for all your scams.
Frantic lynchmob
Where you go we will follow
Frantic lynchmob
The last pain that you will know
Frantic lynchmob
Wanted dead, nowhere to go
Frantic lynchmob
We will end your fucking show
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Traces Of Death
03:16
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Violent content, tortured flesh.
Broken bodies, screams in pain!
Traces of death!
Deads surrounds me
Traces of death!
Delights of misery
Traces of death!
For my own eyes to see
Traces of death!
Burnt to the ground, smokes and flames.
Airplanes drops bombs, brutal beatdown!
Traces of death!
Deads surrounds me
Traces of death!
Delights of misery
Traces of death!
For my own eyes to see
Traces of death!
Car crash frenzy, blood drenched pavement.
Sleazy gore tapes, endless rampage!
Traces of death!
Deads surrounds me!
Traces of death!
Delights of misery
Traces of death!
For my own eyes to see
Traces of death!
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Shotgun Suicide
03:34
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Fucked up, burned-out
Just tired of all that shit
Pissed off, despressed
I'll blow my brain away
My hate, my scorn
I just don't want to stay
Fuck you, fuck me
May that body rot away
Shotgun suicide
I hate this life
Shotgun suicide
Just fuck my life
Just a shell, to push in the shotgun
In my mouth, the barrel of a gun
No way back, go rest in a graveyard
Now it's time, to push on the trigger
Shotgun suicide
I hate this life
Shotgun suicide
Just fuck my life
Shot-up, straight dead
Walls messed with blood and brain
One shell, one dead
There is no one to care anyway
A ghost, a corpse
No more blood in my veins
Goodbye, bastards
Now I can fade away
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Necronomiscum
03:32
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Cosmic horror straight from the stars
Dark entities that lies unsee
Lurking in shadows that no human shall see
Spreading nightmares, turning humanity crazy
Evidences of necromancy
Even death can die you see?
" Primal myths that had so persistently haunted me since my first sight of this dead world.
The demoniac plateau of Leng, the Cthulhu cult.
The Necronomicon and the hyperborean legends of formless Tsathoggua and the worse than formless stars spawn associated with that semi entity "
When stars align, they will be free
Nothing will matter in that new reality
What will become is yet to see
Can we notice if we can't see?
A nameless city buried in sands
Untold secrets where lies our end.
" They were the great old ones that had filtered down from the stars when earth was young. The beings whose substance and alien evolution had shaped and whose powers were such as this planet had never bred.
Which things like the Pnakotik manuscripts and the Necronomicon affrightedly hint about. "
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Going Postal
04:21
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Hatred to the world
And nothing to expect
You're all fucking dumb
Society I reject
Killing all the cops
And screwheads I will met
My mind turned blank
Rampage is what you get
From nutjob to celebrity
From basement to max security
Mass shooting, a statement for all to see
Pushing on you, a twisted reality
Don't care about you
Here there's only ME
Going postal!
No turning back
Bullets flies into the pack
Stupid's way to leave a freakin' mark
Run as I shoot back
Explosives stuffing my backpack
Shoot and kill at will
Seeking for the thrill
Absurd way to kill
So you'll remember me...
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SIXSIXSIXTEEN by Blöod Düster.
Lyrics by P.C.
Music by P.C./M-lo and JJ
I met this girl
She was 16 and so sweet
She smiled and I would melt
A nicely packaged treat
With long hair
And big eyes
Fresh as fresh can be
This girl wants to get
The best of meshes...
She's sixteen!
Sixteen!
I met her after
A rockin' show
We blew the crowd away
With our rock and roll
She said she liked it
I said that's cool
She grabbed me by the hand
And told me She's still in school... yeah!
That's when i said ...I gotta go.
She's sixteen!.......just sixteen!
She's sixteen!.......just sixteen!
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Starring:
Tommy B.
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