Symposium of Sickness - Carcass.mp3

[00:00.00] 作词 : Owen, Walker
[00:00.00]"That's why I find it so amusing that the latter-day saints of our business...
[00:07.30]one, attribute to me motives that just weren't there,
[00:09.73]and two, accuse me of corrupting morality, which I wish I had the power to do.
[00:17.01]Prepare to die."
[00:54.34]An encloaking, dark epoch
[00:55.81]In which all life is now appraised
[00:57.45]Another valueless commodity
[00:58.76]On which the paracious may feebly graze
[01:00.25]Indebted homage to their mammon
[01:01.43]Whilst the mort is the music of the meek
[01:02.93]Transcendence from a beatifully brutal reality
[01:05.63]Is what I seek...
[01:06.76]Noxious, sully dolour
[01:07.56]Is not the sentiment upon which we feed
[01:08.74]But precocious consciousness
[01:10.01]Draws out a morbid nous to bleed
[01:11.69]Chiselling out seething words
[01:13.09]Which cut deep down to the bone
[01:14.57]Always legible
[01:16.04]So be it on our own headstone...
[01:29.59]Rising to out own nadir
[01:30.95]Reality we try to extirpate
[01:32.41]Trying to raise a twisted smile
[01:34.07]Similar to that silver plate
[01:35.53]On a coffin which is joined
[01:36.80]Hammering in each final nail
[01:38.25]Last kill and testament
[01:39.95]Left now intestate...
[01:41.52]Noxious, sully dolour
[01:42.73]Is not the thesis which is bled
[01:44.33]A precarious train of thought
[01:45.88]In which mental cattle-trucks are led
[01:47.40]Carving out skilful words
[01:48.87]Which shear brittle bones
[01:50.30]Always spelt out well
[01:51.80]We just can't leave the dead alone...
[01:55.91]Monographic text
[01:57.30]A terminal doctrine of diseased minds perplexed
[02:01.45]Enunciated epigrams
[02:02.92]Eschatological, rotten requiems
[02:05.72]Always our own worst cynics
[02:07.78]Exorcisers of scorching scorn
[02:09.63]Digging our own graves
[02:10.86]But never stand over and mourn
[02:11.69]The roulade now pandemonium
[02:13.05]Displaced in the muggy sods
[02:14.41]Espoused with the macabre
[02:15.96]The dead we filch and rob...
[02:20.04]...Munificant bale...
[02:25.05]...From the deviants staid...
[02:44.70]Execrations - taunting spiritual release
[02:49.33]Exoneration - upon the perishable we feast
[02:54.04]Excogitation - picking at the bones of convention
[02:58.91]Exculpitation - foul verbal conflagration...
[03:06.23]Epigraphic text, a literary vex
[03:11.68]The macabre perplexed, with corporeality meshed
[03:42.83]Euthenic text
[03:44.04]An unpleasant journey, to a world perplexed
[03:48.25]Corporeal epigraphs
[03:49.73]Eschatological unpleasantness
[03:51.60]Always forever cryptic
[03:53.65]Exercisers of twisted grief
[03:55.31]Helping you to dig up the interred
[03:56.97]Whilst fresh still are the wreaths
[03:58.39]The harmony now pandemonium
[03:59.55]Heard out in the muddy dirt
[04:01.23]Espoused with the bizzare
[04:02.56]We play on our own turf...
[04:06.77]...Epithetic text...
[04:11.93]...A macabre rality perplexed...
[04:31.28]Execrations - literary tales of atrocities fairy
[04:35.83]Exoneration - harsh, cold bloody marys
[04:40.58]Excogitation - a narcissistic eutechnique
[04:45.43]Exculpitation - perverse artworks, so unique...
[04:52.62]Monographic text, a literary vex
[04:57.89]The macabre perplexed, with reality meshed...