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lyrics
Rotten from the inside out!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Living human tissue, disolving off the bone
the walking dead dissolving in their concrete tombs
the phosphorescent glow as we're cooking up this shit
searching for oblivion through hypodermic bliss
choking on the fumes of the hell that we've created
picking at the greying chunks of flesh that's separated
our skin has turned to silver, we feeling no fucking pain
no matter what we fucking take the hunger still remains
wading through coagulant and bile that's been spilled
can't feel the pain of being mentally ill
undead an hunting for my next source of sustenance
separate her ribcage and gorge on her cunt
rotten from the inside out!
blech!
Wading through a sea of infected needles
pulling at the chunks of our rotten flesh
gorging on the corpses of our fallen brothers
lick at their veins for a high that's fresh
credits
from Silence of The Slams EP 2012,
released January 4, 2013
Owen - Guitar/Vox
Mark - Drums/Production
Steve The Baptist - Guitars/baps
Carl - Bass/Vox