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Celebrity Heads
04:53
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Familiar faces grace the pages
We’ve seen them all and recognise
Grisly images committed to the ages
On gatefold sleeves which depict demise
Posthumously purulent happy-snaps
Gruesome Graphics reproduced en masse
Headshots arranged, skin décollaged
Scalpel and Pritt Stick for a meticulously
Crafted, magnificently morbid montage...
Homicides were deftly excised from
A Pathologists’ manual of forensic stills
Suicides/accidents: immortalised
Analogous visage of curated gore spills
Livid marbled flesh in stark, putrescent hues
Star after death, so carefully trimmed and glued
Dead famous; gone but not forgotten
Celebrity heads... Remembered rotten
Not survived by their character
Just twisted memorial portraiture
Fates exemplified in Pop Art barbarism
Obituarial congeries of Dadaism
Solo: Walker's Cadaverous Eye Candy
All that remains of a likeness in tatters, exhibited in
A jewel case adorned with resplendent blood splatters
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Behind my back
In a cyber shadow realm
Harsh times in wait
The writing’s on the wall
Brooding fiscal attack
My face the sandpit greets...
Grand peculation
Luncheon funds purloined
Youths' depredation
Impoverished am I
Unders wrenched in pain
Gluteal chasm defiled
Losing sensation
Inside I die...
This is the worst day
Of the rest of my life
I am broke and broken
Just hung out to fucking dry
Taken in fright
No silver to cross my palms
No canteen, no pride
Empty pockets and hollow insides
None but tears to imbibe
For the children took it all
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Delusions Of The Dead
06:44
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We are the living dead...
Walking corpses decaying year by year
Decomposing slaves to the falsity of life
Indecently, I view us all too long for the grave
Senescent sacks of meat, pathologically deceased
In this worldwide mortuary, I can smell you rot
Lead: Global Developmental Decay
Agnosia in my head...
Through shriveled phthisis bulbi I see all; clear as mush
Fusiform gyrus now brown, atrophic sludge
Withering defunct neurons, necrotic cells and clots
Mass negation delirium!
As Cotard’s Syndrome manifests with grandeur...
Monothematic delusion!
Intermetamorphosis with necro-neurotic candour
Crass misanthropic illusion!
Contra-corporeal genesis, putrefactive population
Gross nihilistic continuum!
Live stillborns birthed every day in pervasive mortification
This isn’t a dream - Vivus Mortis in the streets
Yawning horrid faces: they think I’m insane
But the hot, putrid stench of humans remains
Why can’t they see that they are rotting, just like me?
Lying, concealing; trying to hide
Only I believe that they’re dead inside
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Bubonic Boogie
02:37
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Touch your toes, where’d they go?
Shake-a-shake shake your leprous skin flakes
Raise those hands, check your inflamed glands
They’re sore to squeeze - Acute febrile disease!
By rodents, bot-flies, and fleas
You’re plagued, we are pleased
Septicaemic blood boils
Death looms... See you rock!
Solo: Spasmodic Terminal Jive
Do a little twist, rupture pus-filled cysts
Wriggle and squirm like your stomach worm
(Now the fever burns!)
Tremble, wrack and retch
A sweating human wreck
You got the moves as your life you lose
So macabre, this routine
Choreographed in life’s defeat
Myoclonic skewed beat
This dance of your decease
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Far beneath the ground, gigantic magnetic halo
An institute in Protvino where physics was researched
A broken bulb... An unlocked door...
Enter this deadly chamber and see what’s in store
Accelerate... Atom smasher!
That fateful lean into a particle beam
Nearing the speed of light, swarming muons and skull collide
One tragic moment: Blinding flash, so bright
76BeV break on through to the other side
Danger... Malfunction! Radiation... Exceeded dose!
Anatoli saw a thousand suns - He felt no pain
Continued to work, and told no one for the rest of the day
Catastrophe... 3,000 Grays!
Nerves destroyed, receding bone, skin falls away
U-70 SYNCHOTRON melts the brain
Paralysis and fevers, tonic-clonic seizures
Top secret treatments for morbid nuclear ailments
Solo: A Classified Collection of Sad Tales
“This (was), in effect, an unintended test of proton warfare”
Now aged and retired, with the SYNCHOTRON expired
It really is quite insane that Bugorski survived
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