Human Waste
EP - 1 maggio 1991 - Debaser id 25544

Exhume the wretched body from its timeless slumber
Thrashing the tomb to reveal what's inside
A maggot-infected corpse stares dismal
Inhabited by worms chewing holes through your carcass

These ancient lands beckoned the burial of humans
The unfertile soil infecting the crypts
Of the once deceased bodies not through decomposure
Ending their peace, their chances of hell

A vomit-type substance is formed from its innards
A featering slims that reveals inside

The substance erupts and its stomach bursts open
Forced down your throat to regurgitate life

Chemicals revive my life, reanimated, brought back again.
My diametrical state has assured me eternal life.

Serum no longer fluid.
Respritoral terminus.
Artificial resurrection.
Dosage inefficiency.

Potency too weak to perfect.
Cartilage reaching gelency.
Misconception of technology.

Unknown duration to live.
Decadence, your state of being.
Putrification progresses.
Subside.

Bones that collapse in time will heal.
Brain patterns submerged in unconsciousness.
Only to be awakened by the peroneal senses.
To see once again, to be reborn.

Needles perforate my neck.
Cyanide smothers my existence.
My torso lies raped of essence.
Impotent state.
I cease to exist.
As my former self.
Synthetically revived

Warfare, a promise to eliminate mankind
The planet as we know it, taken by demented minds
Warheads produced to exterminate the earth
This sacrifice will lead us to our death, no rebirth

No one has the power to declare this world to die
Voting and electing the right to crucify
Times of turmoil have decided what to do
No need for common knowledge, we're through

World explosion
Mass obliteration
...of a race

Forced to live here day by day through day by day
We dread the fear of living in the afterworld spirits of the
dead
Thoughts of nuclear holocaust that drive our world insane
Women and children forced and left to kill

Through daily hibernation, manage to survive
Sifting through, they must be found, extinction we provide

Purify - the unholy land
Extinction - the so called master race
Crucify - the preachers of this hate
Liquify - the minds of those they create

Force fed immobilization
Man made liquid controlling my limbs
I want to die, no reason for living
Dealing with complications life brings
A corpse with no thoughts
No feelings or perceptions of life
The pleasures of death I foresee
Nightmares and day mares combining
To torture my being - This torture inhibits my life

The world is a graveyard of fools left to cope
With the torment and regret of man now deceased
Ghouls are released to destroy the race
Which we call human beings

Existence is torn from my soul
Perdition is what is believed to be seen
Suffering from the inside
Nefarious is the way
You choose to be - Left with no will to live
My intestinal wall begins to cave in
Trapped as they say
I begin to rot here as I lay

Time to take a look
At what has begun to pass before me
Die a slow death
It now begins to take it's toll

Catatonia

Scared as I lay here dead
From this infectious disease
I want to rise from here
To recover what is mine

Abdicate your position in life
Now that you lie deceased
Rising from the tomb you own
To take what is rightfully yours

Scared as I lay here dead
From this infectious disease
I want to rise from here
To recover what is mine

Your entire life, your religion is embedded in your mind
Words spoken from a book, tell you never to change
After death you are taught, your soul will cleansed
But even reduced to ashes, the misery still prevails

The day has finally come for you to be put to rest
As your body enters the furnace

Searing fire begins its bath
As your entity begins its path

There will be no rebirth of your soul
Emptiness that clouds your depression
Forced in to see the light, knowing jesus wept

Only one thing clinging to your mind
The prayers to the feeble god whom you once beleived in

Looking at the mortal from your cauldron of pain
Weeping as you know nothing will make this end
But now an ever greater pain engulfs you
Reincremation did you no good, return to inflict others

Your credulous family somehow hears your pityful cries
They take the urn which contains what is left of your mortal life
It's taken back to the crematory to attempt once again
The brutal burning of your soul, thought to cleanse

Instrumental