Pig Destroyer

38 Counts of Battery tracks

Lyrics

1. DEFLOWER

To enter your thoughts for just a few seconds as your pick their faith from
your Teeth. The obscene dance of your memories.What you touched and what you
tore irreparbly screams in the chambers on the Cloth.In time perhaps something
resembling guilt will finally devour You




2. TENTACLE

Bitter aftertaste of every exploitation chokes me like a mouthful of spiders,
crawling in or out i don't know but i kneel to the gods of nausea in moments
of reflection upon what i stole from a fifteen year old girl and not even a
thousand seasons of rain could wash my leprosy from her body.




3. YELLOW LINE TRANSFER

Playing the silent movie villain scrambling to tie myself to train tracks.
praying for technicolor in the afterlife i swear that eccentric on the
street corner was talking about my world ending and now i feel like i am
being followed.
when i saw the little blonde girl reading the book on horses and i wished
her comatose i began to feel sick but they tell me that i am better now.




4. UNDER THE FINGERNAILS

You think i am listening but i am really just watching the candlelight
between us dim, trying not to stare at your forked tongue or the venom it
drips.




5. ELFIN

I am content in the wooden half of ventriloquism with fingers up the back of my
shirt sifting through the well-camouflaged maggots flakes of your urine taste.
like fairy dust when i allow my tongue to betray me i consider myself lucky
to be destroyed by such elegance.




6. UNWITTING VALENTINE

The sunlight rips through the overcast skies of my concious. through the
crack in the closet door warming the claw marks inside my eyelids the puppet seems to
have walked in on his master untangling her strings but sometimes when i am
watching the silhoutte in her bedroom window i think of leaning over her while she
sleeps and licking the heroin off her lips.




7. OVEN

Among the chewing gears you taunt me tear.
Elements are still alive to shake from ear to ear.
Pez are gonna let it slide, gonna burn what cotton decides are apelee.
My main oven drive, he took from under what's come over me.

8. THREE SECOND APOCALYPSE

Tonight your decadence demands a sacrifice but attrition never slowed you before.
stepping on faces, tripping over limbs, fighting the machine gun's attention
as both halves of your friend lay in the background you try to convince him
that you can always pry the jaws open at will.




9. TREBLINKA

Late term abortion three decades late be sure to empty all ten commandments
into his chest for only holy redneck terrorism can usher
in the second coming of the coat-hanger.




10. FINGERS IN THE THROAT

Long sleeved in the summer,again in our gray shirts,leaning against
cinderblock walls,we even hide from the other prey,but as soon as the lioness comes we
step forth and present our throats,hoping this time it will be differ
ent....and then we Bleed again




11. MY FELLOW VERMIN

Burn the men of science who would trivialize the collapse of a sun and kill
these atheists who can only make their tears with thumbscrews I cannot destroy
my own life efficiently perhaps self-sabotage is high evolution




12. ENDGAME

Such the delicate locust without your wings have you ceased to threaten me a
hundred knifings later there's so much blood so little of anything else for you
i played the endgame as the pawn toppled for the queen's pleasure.




13. ONE FUNERAL TOO MANY

All star crossed and stary eyed innocence pulled away by maturity's tide,
lonliness as the void into which all this warped obsession is cast, shyness
as the dam denying the river it's ultimate purpose, deafened by all the
silent laughter under the whispered promises which rusted down to jagged
lies anyway. stab me again my sweet little murderer.




14. HIGHER FORMS OF PORNOGRAPHY

It flows like red lava upon a city of outstretched arms awaiting
deliverance, awaiting rebirth as infestation beneath the skin of a goddess
divinity through
association crawling toward mirages of sand dunes and assembling puzzles
with hammers. the dolls may be fucking but the obscenity is mine alone.




15. HONEYMOON

I always thought it fitting the way they chose the next victim with a
bouquet of dying flowers and how happy they appeared as they ducked into the
smiling hearse
but i quite fancied them losing their lifeblood in a hotel room somewhere
with a lot of palm trees because eventually they will see that our
weaknesses are all
it takes to make the most devine of flowers wither.




16. ALCATRAZ METAPHORS

While we used long fingernails to carve epitaphs into the floor
you were scratching freedom from concrete living in a world of gamblers
and murder victims I walk these corridors knowing of the net beneath
your defiance has become legend within these walls and we sit
in our cells and hope you live enough life for the rest of us who did not make it out.




17. FLESH UPON GEAR

Maudlin idea of government abolition noble in intention absurb in lack of
realism mirage of a sinister brain. trust our denial and desperation. force it
into existence we are outnumbered because we are the enemy. too numerous to
pinpoint too powerful to vanquish and too apathetic to reproach a gigantic
flesh and bone mechanization with it's gears all trying to turn
independently of one
another by design destined to run horribly amok.




18. PIXIE

Young unicorns snatched from the impossible skies precious horns, ordinary chainsaws.
I am left with horses revolting in the normalcy shipwrecked by a face all sweet and empty
like a hollow candy or an ice cream smile licked down to a cigarette i promptly extinguished
in a dead infection a desk drawer full of blurry sunflowers.
under your bare feet are only symptomatic of the monster i have become.




19. MEDLEY: GENITAL GRINDER/REGURGITATION OF GIBLETS

Coughing up a mixture
Of mucus, phlegm and bile
The sordid sight of burning flesh
...Your stomach is reviled

Spew up your sanguined guts
In your wooden box
Septic vomit of chyme...
...Putrid offal...

Regurgitated giblets
Blocked in your oesophagus
Eaten by the maggots
Trapped in your sarcophagus

20. EXHUME TO CONSUME

Grimly I dig up the turfs
To remove the corrupted stiffs
Trying to contain my excitement
As I desecrate graveolent crypts...
Fingers claw at coffin lids
Eager festal exhumation
Hugging your wry, festered remains
With post-humous joy and elation...
Body snatched, freshly interred
Whatever takes my fancy
To satisfy my gratuitous pica
My culinary necromancy...
Scrutinised then brutalised
My forensic inquisition is fulfiled
My recipe is now your epitaph
Be it fried, boiled or grilled...

I devour the pediculous corpse
Whetting my palate as I exhume
The festering stench of rotting flesh
Makes me drool as I consume...

Caskets I grate
My larder's a grave
I'm sickly obsessed (with the badly decomposed)
Rotten remains I eat
Purulent meat
What a funeral feast (putrid reek)

Weeping tissue is stripped
Pus dribbles from my lips
Pulverising this pustular chaff
Butchering up morgue's makes me laugh...

Ulcerated flesh I munch
Rotting corpses are my lunch
On bones I love to crunch (on the badly decomposed)
Shrivelled innards I lick
The corpse's head I kick
Crumbling shreds I pick (eat the stiffs)
[Solo: morbid melody for the deceased with salt to taste]

Rancid flesh, slaughter the dead
- Caskets exhumed...
Corpses disinterred, graves disturbed
- To consume...

Bereaved relatives are not amused
As on their dear departed I feverishly consume...

Slavering worms, decomposure burns
Corrosion born, as bacteria gnaw

Desecrate...
Precipitate....(from the muddy grave)
Macerate...
Eviscerate...

Caskets I grate
My larder's a grave
I'm sickly obsessed (with the badly decomposed)
Rotten remains I eat
Purulent meat
What a funeral feast (putrid reek)

Saponified fats, nibbled by rats
- freshly exhumed...
Deep down six feet is where I like to eat
- Human flesh to consume...

21. BURNING OF SODOM

Once, the tale of Sodom
Brought anguish to the eyes
Of all god-fearing people
With eternal afterlives
Sin and lust run rampant now
Perversion on the rise
Reliving all the ways of old
Gommorrah realized

Sodom, an unholy place
Angels searched for a few
Souls who'd yet to fall from grace
To save them from the doom
Paradise of pleasures lost
Herein the future lies
Laughing at the "holy cross"
As death rained from the skies

Falling from the heavens
Angels lie decayed
Burning, city of Sodom
One by one, sinners pay!!!

Skeptics failed to heed the call
Of angels sent to tell
Of the impending death to all
In blazing city hell
Consorting with the demons craft
The ways of god repelled
Burning cross, cause to laugh
Lot, the one expelled

The sufferer's impalement
Inside the city gates
Worshipping the unholy priests
The masters of all hate
The flag of the inverted cross
Menacing, held high
Laughing at the "holy cross"
At twelve, the virgin dies!!!

One righteous family did escape
The family-father lot
Sinful daughters succumbed to rape
Not as holy as thought!!!
Mankind throughout eternity
Built on evil's designs
The resilience of iniquity
Lives on in christian minds

22. DELUSIONAL SUPREMACY

Single-file lemmings prepare the mandate in effect simply a testament
to our gullibility each pull of the lever lends credibility to an institution
which we can only repaint never reconstruct our perceived power
of change divided and spread so thin so as to be rendered ineffective
if the collective voice cannot be heard then the collective wrath must be felt.




23. ALCATRAZ METAPHORS

While we used long fingernails to carve epitaphs into the floor
you were scratching freedom from concrete living in a world of gamblers
and murder victims I walk these corridors knowing of the net beneath
your defiance has become legend within these walls and we sit
in our cells and hope you live enough life for the rest of us who did not make it out.




24. TREBLINKA

Late term abortion three decades late be sure to empty all ten commandments
into his chest for only holy redneck terrorism can usher
in the second coming of the coat-hanger.




25. SEVEN AND THIRTEEN

The trivial little things left in your wake are beloved terminally
infected limbs it is not the firing squad but the blindfold
that makes us tense the loss of perfection leaves no cause to persist
in searching leaving me longing for the day that finally smothers all hope.




26. SCOURING THE WRECKAGE

Uncertainty demands attention like a middle child and narrows focus
like a bone saw it is the cocoon from which the truth emerges
and once the pattern upon the wings is unveiled it transcends
our childish concepts of control and becomes something that simply is
we can only accept it and return to the fray like the soldier
whose sweetheart stopped writing.




27. TORQUEMADA

Experimentation as roadblock let us halt the goose-stepping
of their absurd asexual revolution please explain the fascist math equation
for converting first person worship into third person lechery and show me the god
who is making you stretch our preferences across your moral chopping block
because i would so love to cum in his motherfucking face.




28. FRAILTY IN NUMBERS

Entrenched in a cult where you are assured that two and two is five
your twisted crosses and perverted religions cannot mask what is simply a holy war
of aryan penis envy learn to take your pride from the depths and not the surface.




29. SUICIDE THROUGH DECAY

Seeking to expand the sympathy collection self-esteem should never be parasitic
and stagnation should never get comfortable anxiously awaiting the answers
with refutations at the ready marionette of circumstance you need to see
beyond the walls of your petty little diorama.




30. DARK SATELLITES

Rebellion impossible your cabal crushed in its infancy they watch you conspire
from distances beyond your perception before revolt is feasible their ability
to negate our strategems must be annulled we must blind the watchers.




31. SEVEN AND THIRTEEN

The trivial little things left in your wake are beloved terminally
infected limbs it is not the firing squad but the blindfold
that makes us tense loss of perfection leaves no cause to persist
in searching leaving me longing for the day that finally smothers all hope




32. FLAG BURNER

Quixotic concept of examining foreign cultures as opportunities
for brotherhood and mutual cultivation instinctual xenophobia initiates
conflict subjugation exploition and subsequently flawed assimilation
our inbred star-bellied mentality cannot differentiate between dissimilar and inferior
a self-imposed quarantine from diversity only serves to restrict our capacity
to evolve nationalism is a malignant cancer which must be carved out
by the blade of individualism.




33. DELUSIONAL SUPREMACY

Single file lemmings we prepare our mandate in effect simply a testament
to our gullability with each pull of the lever we lend credibility
to an institution which we can only repaint never reconstruct our percieved power
of change so divided and spread so thin so as to be rendered ineffective
if the collective voice cannot be heard then the collective wrath must be felt.




34. MARTYR TO THE PLAGUE

Why purchase respect when terror is on sale reverse nightstick buttfuck
at some point protection and domination became synonymous and somewhere
theres a bullet on its way to your face pig.




35. RUINATION

Foolish young visionary your proximity to the corrupt epicenter razes
your walls of morality walls of protection or of concealment temtation
of raw power acquiescence subsequent exposure leaves you impaled
on your own karmic pike with gun as pen blood as ink you draft
the final tragic act your long suppressed conscious finally liberated
through the exit wound.




36. SYNTHETIC UTOPIA

Short wave dictator launches the blitzkrieg upon your frontal lobe
the unexpected siege of the fortress thought impenetrable "world peace"
just a few elusive frequencies away for there is no enslavement more absolute
than unconscious enslavement.




37. MONOLITH

Archaic bureaucracy doomed from the outset bloated and hedonistic invincible
and inert a bedridden monolith of uselessness we lack the fortitude
to pull the plug unable to envision our lives without it instead
we maintain a two hundred year vigil praying for a miracle of some kind
not realizing that every day of mourning is also a day of regression
social evolution is neutralized by antiqued tradition.




38. FRAILTY IN NUMBERS

Entrenched in a cult where you are assured that two and two is five
your twisted crosses and perverted religions cannot mask what is simply a holy war
of aryan penis envy learn to take your pride from the depths and not the surface.