Surrealist Wasteland Of Suffering Mutants Devolving To Shit

I won't follow mortal morals
I'm from the cult of destruction
Chosen demon immortal
Cleansing all human corruption
Extinction my future function
Causing existence to crumble
Earthlings eternal war struggles
Never finding the peace in this puzzle
Scorch the earth surface
Bring it ruthless like fires in the summer
We terrorise the whack culture
With the perverse and the vulgar
Back from inter dimensional slaughter
Russia to down unda
Displaying the corpses of enemies bludgeoned
To soft cock newcomers
The true underground anarchism
Like post apocalyptic
Sewer drain troggledism
Referring to the old wisdom
Conjuring the power from demonic visions
Up in the holy mountain spewing mantras of austerity
N pure sickness
Imprisoned with the cannibals
In a trance invoking with feral witches
Bushpig pictures incorporated explicit
Body horror scriptures
Death cult suicidal orgy with
No living witness
Death by insanity comes slow
It isn't instant

Harness alien technology
I learned from the so called devils
Im twisting ya gravity
Crush you with an arsenal of intangible weapons
Audible venom that kills the minds
Of enslaved peasants
In dimensions of pastel guro
Being drained of ya vital essence
I manifest this death
In fact i got impressive collections
Given birth to these corpses
Impregnating flesh by erection
The shaft strengthened by demonic nectars
In phallic possession
Pestilent imperfection
Reanimation by sperm injection

Sink to the lower vaginal death
Planes of the rotting abyss
Sacred severed penis in bliss
Holy semen n blood we piss
Unified in a orgy of shit
Deformed transfixed
Reconcile n transform
In the menstrual river of
Vomitous spit
Poke the blade inside
n stir it up give it a twist
Penetrate the torn holes
With their own two fists
Fragile shattered minds
Drown grasping at the darkness as it drips
Conjoined in evil moisture
Emanationist doppler shift
Dial up triple 6
Call the dealer
For the next death fix
Addictive relationship
With the the reaper
He sells me the shit
An I'm ok with my job as a demon
Against the risk
It's how i keep existing inside
As you fail to resist
Weakened by the curse
Subject to human frailty
Blood moon eclipse
Your demise is foretold
Like fallen angels
The truth is a myth
Surreal wasteland of suffering
Mutants devolving to shit
In states of perpetual masturbation
Until the apocalypse

Giallo slasher with psychedelic soundtracks n gore
Splatters of blood on the walls
Painting the hall in coloured light at the morgue
Decaying dolls
Staring blankly at kaleidoscopic porn
Painted like porcelain clowns
With sinister smiles restored
Masking a cold emotionless gaze
Juicing the necrophilic worm
These words
Are fucking cursed
With the the surrealistic metaphors
Were in the real underground death cult
Since the genital wars
Destroying all these leeches
Hitting ya faces with full force

The only reason why ya made it
Cos ya watered down and played out
The only reason why we saying it
Is cos ya gettin slayed now
Leavin em face down
After vomiting goby lobotomies
In rituals of snuff porn
Remove all traces o f hypocrisy
The highest level of gore
Exists as a sacred oddity
Get ya fake faces peeled off
N finally utilised properly
Stitched onto sex dolls
For morbid copro demonology
Accelerating depravity
Like a hundred n twenty days of sodomy