In The Name Of Gore
(专辑: Anatomy Is Destiny - 2003)
Extrapolating from the
abhorrent, we disinter a
sordid truth Heinously plundering death's depths like a
bumbling violent sleuth Tearing through the
layers of decay with vicious rancor and bitter scorn To get at the
cold, dead heart of the
matter which we bring forth to mourn... Carnage canonized we let death reign unfettered Derangement eulogized to the
last bloody letter No one can do it better... In grisly detail we play out or own death scenes' coup de grace With homicidal zeal we remove the
curtain that decorum would draw Retrograding your morality in our sick, dead world, it had no place Desecrating your sense of dignity, but of course in the
end, it's all a
matter of (dis)taste... Your values mollified severed by clean, precise cuts, each to the
last Your senses vilified taste and tolerance are now taken to task... In the
name of gore, we'll set right this bloody score The
grave can't hold us anymore, we'll kick in the
mausoleum doors Even sicker than before, we enjoy this gruesome chore Revealing the
ghastly horror, the
face of death that you deplore Rotting through the
core, this slaughterous carnage you abhor Is the
vocation we adore, as we drain another oozing sore Bringing revulsion to the
fore, as the
vomit stains on the
floor Forevermore in the
name of gore... Stopping at nothing to indulge an off-color sense of tumor We regurgitate force-fed atrocities straight onto a
silver platter Serving up ghastly repast hard to swallow without black humor With tongue in cheek we gorge on the
matter of splatter Leaving no headstone unturned and no gravesite unmarred Our wayward journey six feet straight down we undertake Dark horses tread swiftly through this unhallowed danse macabre Somnambulating through our own nightmares while fully awake... Never letting sleeping cadavers lie, we wring out their sickening stories Though lending a
near and a
voice to the
dead would make some wince No detail is omitted, no matter how repulsive, vile or gory We won't recant our morbid epithets, flesh, not words, is what we mince... Decay by any other name would reek and fester just the
same We delight in beating a
dead corpse in its own malignant game Slicing off another cutting remark that could shear off protruding bones Our barbs are quite malicious and our verbal daggers sharply honed... Decay consecrated wallowing in our own pathological waste Reality regurgitated and smear right back in your fucking face... In the
name of gore, we'll set right this bloody score The
grave can't hold us anymore, we'll kick in the
mausoleum doors Even sicker than before, we enjoy this gruesome chore Revealing the
ghastly horror, the
face of death that you deplore Rotting through the
core, this slaughterous carnage you abhor Is the
vocation we adore, as we drain another oozing sore Bringing revulsion to the
fore, as the
vomit stains on the
floor Forevermore in the
name of gore...