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Deathshead Extermination

(1996)
TypeStudio Full-length
GenresHardcore, Metalcore
LabelsMetal Blade Records
Album rating :  -
Votes :  0
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Deathshead Extermination Lyrics

(10)
Submitted by level Besi Karat
1. Onslaught (2:10)
2. Working out the Graves (7:18)
Lay me down here, I've already dug my grave
I'm ready... I'm not living anyway
I die in silence-I'm killing to tell the truth
you destroy to meet your needs
I'm dying to speak to you
no way out no way out. and you are more alive than me.
no way out no way out I open my eyes to see
your darkness surrounds me
diseased by your own hand, wretched man
you crowd the shadows of this tomb I occupy
leave me this your disease - I despise your passivity
no way out no way out. the soul is mine,
and I've burned it already it's dead and it's empty.
no way out no way out
I THOUGHT YOU WERE ON MY SIDE OF THE SWORD
but this is where it ends
laying down my sword
bowing down my head
I'm empty. I'm weary. I'm disappearing.
I THOUGHT YOU WERE ON MY SIDE OF THE SWORD
I wear this armour (mask) to hide me away from you
it's silver and white and it's melding into my bones
I've got this darkness in me no way out
you need something I can't see no way out
so unattached and unafraid
I am a child of rage
3. Wretched (3:41)
I'm so cold. nothing on the inside.
so burn me
so cold. no one to hold.
so burn this body
I'm not feeling anymore.
chilling, now I'm turning to stone.
so burn this wretched body
angel ambrace this disheveled wretch.
I am the thief who hides the light beneath the filth of burning fingers
smothered under not quite drowning reaching over, not quite living
this is the gravedigger who throws his own body
beneath the shit you tread carry me there,
regret the life tarry onward running away calloused
these ribs hold no more than hollowness - a hole dug as my grave,
though I'm buried insode my head.
already dead to your touch, to your light.
your eyes march forward with condemnation...
feel this solitude
burn with me.
4. The Watcher (3:56)
I am part of the gate.
cold hard rusted keeping the prisoner inside.
I am just an outline...
disease starting down so deep
eating its way out.
this is where it begins (secret captive sin)
in a single rod of the iron gate
rusted and no longer serving its purpose
I curve my posture, veil the reflections of comprehension in eyes and breathe...
and watch them participate in the movement of the play
while I am welded into the gate to watch them marching onward...
I am just an outline...
travel onward through crevice of shallow space catch a breath crawl onward
travel onward through crevice of shallow space catch a breath crawl onward
searing in this I die, in the openness of wound...
I am part of the gate. I am cold, I am rusted.
I am the prisoner inside.
5. Deadfall (3:40)
Denial of something you are the only statue left
let the games begin...
cold and solid your stone is almost stronger than
let the games begin...
I am the child of your emptiness,
pieces stitched together with your bitterness.
you're standing by yourself
you don't understand the mystery
let the games begin...
I cannot feel, you never taught me that.
kill me and hold me and break me from falling.
I'm feeling colder than kill me and hold me and break me from falling.
I'm turning colder than - tearing away to reveal nothing inside to fill the need -
it's all now... breaking away from your stone
6. Methodology (7:44)
Has the light become part of the machinery?
Has the hand become part of the disease?
Has the body become the unwilling vessel?
Hahahaha how simple to peel away the skin and cut away the flesh.
To discard and dispose or preserve of brain, vertricle, heart, lungs...
To be left with bones...
Stitching the pieces of appendage of directed sight and speech.
Dictating placement of footsteps and embrace.
SERVE MY DESTINY
SERVE MY PROPHECY
SERVE MY FUTURE
SERVE MY FUTURE
The master man maker; twitching the thread of a thigh bone,
Twisting the stitch of a wrist moving toward its destiny...
SERVE MY DESTINY / PROPHECY / FUTURE
Beading the twinkle of an eye to shine on only one truth.
Casting a lock of hair meant to strangle the last bit of hope.
YOU ARE THE MASTER
YOU ARE THE DOLL MAKER
YOU ARE THE SLAVE CREATOR
String them up to teach them your language
YOU ARE THE MASTER
YOU ARE THE SLAVE CREATOR
Hahaha an individual with choices to make you are not.
You merely play into my hands, the web I weave.
I twist you in like a fly. and you no longer think.
and you no longer feel. and this is the dance you do.
and this is the dance you do.
Building the confines of trust and obedience,
housing the weakness of winged spirits
and capture the mystery of otherness.
YOU ARE THE MAN MAKER
YOU ARE THE WILL BREAKER
YOU ARE THE LIFE TAKER
Cage them up to keep them from falling out of line
puppet strings begin to twist. a master hand... do you know who I am?
SERVE MY DESTINY. SERVE MY PROPHECY. SERVE MY FUTURE.
This garden breeds the yellow pestilence of wicked fingers
At work among the living. branches are broken for posture
And structure of spineless cloth sacks of arms and legs
And face and neck of the master's creation.
7. Bloodlines (3:36)
I want to hate you.
I want to knife you.
I want to kill you.
you made me this.
you ended me this way.
I live in this house in the name of suffering.
I am the darkness.
I live in the river, but I can't get myself clean
I'm as tainted as a bloody fucking broken bottle.
you made me this. you ended me this way.
I am dead. I am numb.
and I walk in this world of the living.
I am weary of this world. in my life.
I fuck the hours of death.
and I blindfold you. with the blackness of my breath.
I want to hate you.
I want to knife you.
I want to keep you away from me.
this is me.
what you did to me.
this is my life, this is what I do to you.
this is you.
I piss all over you.
this is me, you cannot break me.
I've already broken myself,
I've already buried myself.
I will destroy you.
I'll kill the beast in you.
I am going to hate you.
I am going to knife you.
I am going to kill you.
I hate you.
now I am this. now you've ended me this way.
now I am this. now you've ended me this way.
8. Nowhere But Lost (4:31)
imagine to set one fire burn out the infection spread the ruin end the tyrrany
I saw you shut out the light tape the black fabric over your eyes
and this is the way you see there's a war going on insde me
let me go down...
your diseased hand touches my mouth
and the words and fingers rot and curl and wither
there's a hollowness that festers there let me go down...
I'm in the need to cut you to pieces.
twist the lids of your blinded vision.
I'm in the need to dismember the ruinous joints of you
I'm in the need for slaughter - I've got the taste of blood on my tongue...
picking at the skin offering no protection
I'm bared down to the wires
leave me this tarnished key to lock and silence
I need to be filled up with light
hope is sunken like my blackened eyes
I've lost this breath
withering solace
the ghost came to carry me home...
9. Different Ways of Decay (2:51)
I think I'm rotting on the inside.
way down deep inside my soul...
I've built this little coffin that I live in every day.
I peek out every day or so to see those ghosts at play.
I've got my knife right by my side.
I keep it warm, I hold the blade.
I want to keep watch, keep hold...
for when they come to take my soul away.
I've got this fear living inside me.
it keeps me crippled and cold.
like a child I lie frozen.
I hope these arms won't reach out and take hold.
there's blood on my face it keeps me warm at night...
10. Prisoner Scavenger (4:22)
I am not what you think you see. one of the hunted.
I am a ghost living in this walking death. one of the hunted.
I am game to the most vicious prey. one of the hunted...
sunrise and deathset, mind rots in to capture the soul.
cage (ing) me, suck the life from my veins.
swallow your own breath, this is my fist in your gut.
collapsing now, this is the sound of my cracking bones.
no insides left in this body - I've let 'em all slip away.
can't find the right sustenance - don't need it anyway.
I sleep in this bed of misery.
and I wake paralyzed underneath the shadows.
I have no face, only the scar of your hatred.
this womb leaves me as one of the hunted.
I am the fire burning in the hollow land.
I walk in the battle underneath your empty pretense of pain.
and I'll wear to the world my gravestone...
this womb leaves me as one of the hunted.
I am one of the hunted.
11. 2 Minutes Hate (8:42)
now just where the fuck have I gone.
the days feel so old and cracked and your eyelids close-you shut me out.
got run over by your words today, and everyone's a hazy shade of gray.
and I don't know who I am anymore, don't know where I'm coming from,
don't know where I'm going to but I kinda want to hate you.
I'm screaming till my bones break, but you swear you didn't even hear a whisper.
I'm always left to pick up your pieces.
a room of gold and you see red.
what is there left that I can believe in...
this so useless so dead and so ugly your eyes so disgusting so hating degrading...
a room of gold and you see red. what is there left that I can believe in...
now just where the fuck have I gone.
the days feel so old and cracked and your eyelids close-you shut me out.
and just where did I get lost. where did you go and where have I gone.
it's back to me again.
hair as fire. eyes as sharp as switchblades breathing death into my arms.
fingers dripping scarlet... what is there left that I can beleieve in...
I am so numb. I can't feel anything anymore.
I am trapped in a shell and I can't feel anything anymore.
I am so numb. ican't feel anything anymore.
I can't feel me. I can't see me. I can't feel me...
12. Aftermath (4:27)
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