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Gorework . . . work of doom
Death comes ripping
Life taken too soon
Dispair all around … blood on the ground
Disgrace filled life , taken with a knife
Boredom and frustration , gore spread in each nation
Life bleeds from us all … death conquer all
Enjoy the new wave of disturbance
Pain and agony, that’s our suicidal destiny enhance
Rotten inside, aguish all around
Mayhem in my soul … blood will be shed … that’s my goal
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The time arrived for me to destroy myself
A sickness inside of me make my hell
Confabulation of grief and decay
With selfish bloodshed will end my day
Suffering creeps in my despair
I will lay my body and left it in a chair
Celining stained with my thoughts
Gun left in the ground with blood all around
I didn’t give a fuck for this life
Why have you give me this sickness fright?
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Grief and discourage have taken me
I am suffering in pain and anguish indeed
Desperation inside myself
Blood will be shed from this shell
My blade is sharp , no time to loose
Thought in other ways like the noose
Fuck off and die , that’s my decision
Cutting the veins with all precision
Blooded ground, my relief
Exposed bones cutting out my grief
Self-slashed throat to a most certainty
Stabbed my owe eyes to see anymore
Suicidal lust for gore
Mayhem of my blades ends all life
The decision is now to end mine
Bloodfed anguish
Wrist-cutting desperation
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Agonizing terror is the way I lived
Left a corpse for the morgue to receive
A body that comes to this darky place all deformed
But all kind of hurts and distorted
Panic attack and suffering life
Destroyed body won’t cry
Vivissectors and religious fanatics
Animal torturers and politicians tricks
Go fuck yourselves live me alone
Now the cemetery is my new home
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So they tried to put you down
So they tried to make bound
They received what they deserved
A blast in the head is what they earned
I will clean all you scum
Ending your fuckin lives with my gun
As I finished exposing your brains and guts
I explode my own head with gun-screws
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I love to suffer… I love the pain
I hate my life… I hate my brain
I love to kill…. I love to die
I hate myself…. I hate my life
Intestinal content will be out through me
Innard in the floor is what I see
Before I go to hell I don’t care indeed
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Left alone in this world of pain
I left all behing cause there is nothing to gain
I won’t let this chance for once again
I pierce my meningis , let it out
Now its time only the gun you shout
Fuck this world fuck you all
Check my core in on the wall
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I am a manic ,I am depressive
I am happy for while, so I see myself aggressive
Poison in my mouth , right one to die
I cannot wait to left this world the lie
My psychosis nobody give a fuck
My depression is what makes you all stuck
I am tired of my mood , I am tired of you all
Time to sleep forever at all
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Schizo life is what I got
I cannot honour some kind of god
I have a sickness there is no cure
I got to clean a being impure
With my sharp fuckin knife
I will tear with symethry my guts from left to right
All internal offals falls in the floor
Desperation of another that enter the door
Blood spilled , no way to live
Bowels-exposed corpse what you see
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Agony , pain , suffering , shame
I won’t be the same
I need to leave this world of fuckin lies
Nothing’s serious , nothing’s fine
I am so tired , I have no hope
I give weight for a fuckin rope
You won’t understand what I feel
I can trust this is real
Left a corpse for the worms
Thou shalt be slaughtered no more self-wars
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Dead inside , nothing left
Shining blade on my neck
Grief and anguish all around
Self-bruised body left on the ground
Panic filled neurotic attack
Feel my anguish ripping death
Agonizing into the razor shap life
After cutting body with the knife
Self-murder insane suicide
Slashes of disgust eats the skin alive
Left a beautiful corpse is what they say
I left my remains rotting cutted insane
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Reject and bled
Scorned and shed
What more will it take?
Putting an end to this pain
Purple body left to find
With broken neck and and submandible muscles on the grind
Smell of death starts to dominate
Fell my reek, feel my hate
Human being is a opportunist scum
Human being is a hypocrite religious slut
I don’t a fuck about you all
Snort my death this is the new law
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Putting the bullet in my gun
Nowhere hide , nowhere to run
I can live with this disgust and despair
So I will shot me without care
Abuses , addictions , suffering
Anger , pain , agony
Aiming right to chest
Killing me I will do my best
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World of pain , nothing to gain
Only deception and disappointment
I am enraged , I am deranged
I loathe myself , I loathe this world
Preparing the gunshot ,it will say the last word
Fuck off this life
Fuck off the fear of death
Point the gunshot there’s nothing left
Disturnign suicidal scene
I use this gun , it’s my machine
Bloody suffering suicidal confirmation
Another new for this hypocrite nation
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Finally I arrived to this point
Suicidal crisis , life cessation
Existential collapse , total desperation
I am in desperation with no annoint
Your god can’t save me cause he gave disorder
And destroy this life is for his order
Euphoric mood turns into extreme depression
I will destroy everything , feel my aggression
Hope died inside my perception
Damaged brain, damaged life
Depression and frustration is what I strifed
So now I have no more desperation
Cause I finally do suicidal consummation
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Grief and discourage have taken me
I am suffering in pain and anguish indeed
Desperation inside myself
Blood will be shed from this shell
My blade is sharp , no time to loose
Thought in other ways like the noose
Fuck off and die , that’s my decision
Cutting the veins with all precision
Blooded ground, my relief
Exposed bones cutting out my grief
Self-slashed throat to a most certainty
Stabbed my owe eyes to see anymore
Suicidal lust for gore
Mayhem of my blades ends all life
The decision is now to end mine
Bloodfed anguish
Wrist-cutting desperation
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Third album from the band NEURO-VISCERAL EXHUMATION .... A NEW MASTERPIECE AND A NEW MILESTONE IN THE SCENE ....
released February 15, 2021
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