Bushpig Scatbutcher - SURREALIST WASTELAND OF SUFFERING MUTANTS DEVOLVING TO SHIT lyrics

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 co*k 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 sh*t 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 sh*t 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 sh*t 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 fu*king 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