Dismantled bodies floating through space Their deaths reversed by vile spirits replaced Seeped up through the cracks from the realm of shades The flesh rejoins grotesque bodies remade Bubbling up from a soup of flesh Alien hive mind controlling the mess Taking new shape, living in death Manipulating madness, horrid excess Insect mandibles on human heads Compound eyes bleeding red They bathe in a lake of the blood of their god Absorbing the curse that their veins pump along Mutated and eternal, the village is doomed As they set to build a hive for the brood The ritual is not yet complete The required artefacts have gone missing Ancient alien pining for the sacrifice The cycle is broken, the dead finally die Black energies depleted back into the void The cursed village is lost, completely destroyed One girl escaped the claws of the dead One man remains to make sure none are left The blue light pierces, the drones are fixed Katana blade slashes, they come apart quick

Cy was going to fight the system, he bought some gasoline and matches He left his mom’s basement and went to join the other white boys wearing pajamas They saw some elderly patriots and so they started to cry They cussed and gestured and told the adults how they hoped they would die Cy broke out the gasoline and doused some cars with its flammable stream The idiot soaked himself right up to the knees then flicked his lighter and lit up the scene Fire licking the parked cars and flaming right up Cy’s black drawers Cooking his skin he started to dance, to have the flames put out he implored The other brats didn’t know what to do they gasped and backed away Some recorded video on their cellphones as Cy was cooked in the flame Rolling on the ground Cy’s skin was blistered and scorched We could smell the aroma of cooking meat as the yuppie spawn was torched

I became obsessed by the meals I ate at a restaurant in Macau The meat and buns and noodles there just tasted so far out The Wong family that ran the joint were quite the daffy bunch But I didn’t mind and they were kind when I came in to grab lunch The flesh floating within my soup didn’t come from pigs or chickens If I knew then what I know now it would have made me sickened *Rude customers and dirty players would disappear without a trace Back in the kitchen they were being cut up and prepped for me to taste Struck in the skull with a mallet the prostitute was slain She hit the ground as they continued to pound until she was leaking brains The husband and wife took her life and dragged her in the back They ripped out her guts and cut her up once her carcass was on the rack A secret floating in my soup—the hooker’s flesh I was eating The night before she was on the floor, beaten, carved and bleeding The meat grinder it pulped her flesh once her heart stopped beating About me other dining patrons delighted in their feeding A drunken man harassed their daughter one night after closing time They knocked him down and crushed his skull as punishment for his crime Limbs chopped off, guts removed, the consequence for sin Fluffy buns packed with his meat, he was never seen again The meat buns were exceptional, I couldn’t get enough I ate them down round after round until I was properly stuffed When I was done I gave my thanks and was just about to leave But before I left I was insulted by a Vietnamese named Quy He had some comments about my skin, he didn’t dig honkies In his native tongue he had some fun and called me a white donkey I cussed him out and stormed out the door, time to take my leave The guilt ate at me so I returned very late to apologize for making a scene Mrs. Wong greets me at the door, her hands and apron caked in bloodstains She is very kind but quickly shoos me away, she’s acting very strange Something isn’t right and curiosity drives me to stick around I lurk in the shadows and when the back door opens I spy Quy’s carcass on the ground I know now I’ve been eating human flesh and the taste is nothing short of divine I feel no shame for the people I ate and I ate them all the time They were no good in life but they were delicious on my plate, they served a purpose there I miss the Wong’s and their delicious dishes, the aroma of cooking humans in the air *This verse was erroneously skipped when recording vocals, unfortunately as it flows the narrative a little better, but hey, "primitive death metallll duuuuuude"....

The time has come to pee off the bridge Drank too much tea in Uji is what I did The river below is cold and grim But not as cold and grim as the body in it Unbeknownst to me a body beneath my pee The cadaver is struck by my falling yellow stream The dead man floats along silently Uncaring waters, water carrying Drifting dead body struck by my pee Mixing in the water because I drank too much tea The man is dead by his own hand His soul is free from this mortal land Released from this realm by suicide To drift with water and pee after he’s died I now realize I’m peeing on a dead guy Adrift on the river beneath the night sky I look around to make sure nobody sees That upon a dead body I have just peed The ghost above is not displeased He knows it was an accident that upon him I peed The fault of green tea in the city of Uji He does not place a curse upon me The corpse floats away as does the released soul I feel relief for his peace and that my bladder isn’t full The night is young for the living and deceased But I better run now because I see the police

Spoiled jocks and bimbos have flooded the beach Muscular bodies waxed and lotioned, spiky hairdos bleached A raucous calamity of grinding butts, horny jocks pursue loose sluts As the debauchery proceeds an unseen menace approaches as they glut Hideous abominations, marine behemoths emerge From the darkest bowels of the ocean the demonic tyrants surge Amorphous beasts, blobs of gelatinous flesh, things with massive claws infest Violent appetite, lust for death, for yuppie blood they do obsess The scene switches in an instant from joyous decadence to bloodshed All the hot-bodied jocks and sluts are quickly becoming dead I always thought Lovecraft was right in the stories that he told From across the street I laough out loud as I watch the massacre unfold Countless pincers rip and sever the bodies that they snatch Spiked chitin legs impale as tentacles whip and stretch A translucent blob like a jellyfish pulses forward for the catch Poisonous fluids dissolve the flesh that’s absorbed within to digest Oh my goodness what a scene, I can’t believe I’m seeing this What a bother this is happening now when I really have to piss In all the terror and chaos I relieve myself behind a trash can This way I don’t miss a second of the massacre at hand What a show I’m seeing as I finish up my peeing Those ancient marine monstrosities are shredding every single human being Why do I always have to pee when there is bloodshed set before me? I know it’s because I drink coffee but I get a headache without caffeine I just can’t stand these college kids, so vulgar, mean and rude I hate dealing with their disrespect and spoiled attitudes I would never let a child of mine behave in such a way That’s why I laugh and enjoy the spectacle of the massacre today It seems that the feast is nearly finished, blood and guts soaking the sand The screams are now dying out, but will the beasts advance further inland? I’m glad to say that is not the case as they pull back into the sea So happy I got to witness this and wasn’t in the restroom to pee

The old house in the forest seemed desolate to me But they say within its decrepit walls there lives a strange family When I decided to snoop about, spying from the trees I thought I could hear a moaning sound carried on the chilling breeze The sound was quite disturbing, a croaking moan that made me ill Was someone in there very sick or was someone being killed? I was terrified but I crept inside, praying that I wouldn’t die The stench was terrible and the sound was unbearable, a hideous, desperate cry In the darkness of the basement my eyes adjusted to the sight Of a single oblong box with a pale decrepit body inside Sickly it moaned and twitched with desperate deathly pleas I nearly fainted from the horror when I saw what there was where her legs should be From the waist down there extended a tubular fleshy mass Festooned from the coffin’s confines and linked to a creature hulking in the darkness