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Mental Funeral
Album - 22 april 1991 - Debaser id 151419

By Autopsy

01
Twisted Mass of Burnt Decay (02:15)
Autopsy • Mental Funeral
From the brown infested clouds
Painful death is unleashed
Toxic rain upon your skin
Now you are diseased

Pus filled wounds begin to form
Inflamed bloated mess
Internal organs sizzle and corrode
Contaminated blood flows with death
The features are slowly rotting
Off your deformed face
Now you are just
A twisted mass of burnt decay

Retching violently
Heaving chunks of burnt toxic decay
Hair falls out
Bowels expel their rotten stinking waste

Body and mind are dubbed a fate
So horrendous and sick
The safety of the womb is gone
Bloody pus oozes from your dick

Unformed offspring
Meet the poisoned air
Ejected fetuses litter the street
Men and women cry
For themselves and their young
A twisted monument
Of mans defeat
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02
In the Grip of Winter (04:08)
Autopsy • Mental Funeral
Lost in the white
Nothing in sight
Stumbling thru the snow and ice
Blinded by forces you can't control
Just to stay alive your only goal

Caught within the grip of winter
Hyperboric nightmare reigns
A arctic hysteria sets in
Body goes numb as your brain

Legs go numb
Panic strikes
So you then light a fire
Put your legs in the flames
Hoping for a rush of pain

Flesh burns right to the core
Spits blood from every pore
Smell your skin peel away
For your life a small price to pay

Running in searing pain
Rational thoughts
Are quickly slain
Take in your last cold breath
As you fall to your backsnapping death
Your rating:
03
Fleshcrawl (00:35)
Autopsy • Mental Funeral
Instrumental
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04
Torn From the Womb (03:18)
Autopsy • Mental Funeral
Torn from the womb
Dying in this tomb

Torn...
Bred just to die
We are torn from the womb
Slowly to decay
Till we meet our doom
Everything is bleak
Shroud of black hangs over
Preparing to enter our graves
Your rating:
05
Slaughterday (04:04)
Autopsy • Mental Funeral
Darkened day
Torturous ways
Live only to die
Slaughterday

Cast into flames
Stoned to death
Law of the lords
Uncontrollable hoard

Headless bodies on the ground
War machine leaves no life behind
Blood soaks deep into the earth
Sadistic race
Rip out your heart

Strung up
Cannibals eat your flesh
Cooked
Survival of the fittest

Peel your flesh from the bone
Souless body left alone
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06
Dead (03:18)
Autopsy • Mental Funeral
Dead
Stiff and cold
In your box
To decay
Dead
Your rating:
07
08
Hole in the Head (06:03)
Autopsy • Mental Funeral
Repulsive parasites feeding on your mind
Shrieking demons
Within your skull they fly
See the colors so bright and brilliant
The hunger starts
It's brain matter you want

Voices so twisted command you
Don't try to resist it
Give in to the belief
That bliss is within reach
So destroy the wicked in your eyes
And feast

Fuel the creatures in your head
(The answer is in the slaughtered dead)

State of mind unbalancing
Distorted sick reality
Must achieve immortality

It's god again
He speaks
About the tasks you must complete
Tripping hard
Your brain is shorted out
You must believe
Cranial chaos
Blurs of violence
Keep the cravings fed
Are they coming in or out
This hole inside your head
Your rating:
09
Destined to Fester (04:33)
Autopsy • Mental Funeral
Knee deep in sewage Maggots burrowing thru my face Blinded by disease Waiting for my living death to end Slicing teeth Infectious chewing at my skin My blood is clotted with pus The maddening shrill cries Of rabid vermin never stop I pick away At my mouldering flesh Insanity has left my mind A tortured mess Face chewed to bits On my body they feast Swimming in the rancid sewage Spreading their disease
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10
Bonesaw (00:45)
Autopsy • Mental Funeral
Instrumental
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11
Dark Crusade (03:56)
Autopsy • Mental Funeral
Preachers and their followers Crusading for the light My stomach twists and tightens up The feeling is so vile They're trying to brainwash me But I am not a fool Each one shall taste my defecation As dark becomes the rule Kill screams my mind They die by knife and strangulation Lead pipe to the head They squeal like pigs Until I shit upon their severed head They squeal like pigs Until I shit upon their severed head To eternally serve the dark and impure I breathe each hateful breath To see their minds and morals destroyed I shall follow death Snuff out the life Of those who force their ways upon me On their limp carcasses I leave a token of my disgust
Your rating:
12
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