Treats of Torture, by Viscera Trail

Treats of Torture

by Viscera Trail

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1.	Face Removal 04:12	lyrics	buy track
I felt Disgust!!! A disturbing sense of repudiation Abhorred parasitic human plague A malignant Tumor of Hypocrisy Walking around with stupid faces High on their own ignorance With that fucking smile on their faces Daily I used to pick them On some alley, in their office, in their mothers house First I'de crack their Addams apple One strike so they won't shout I wanted to disfigure them so bad Didn't wanna see their ugly faces The first guy I peeled his skin off, tearing it gently from the neck up But it was still there So I bought some tools I had to crush the eyeballs in for most people So they won't give me that idiotic "why me?" look Then beat the heck out of their limbs with some rod Shattering their bones beyond disability I couldn't look at them anymore.. I just couldn't smell them They stink of shame.. shame they bring to their own existence This one girl I knocked her jaw with a fucking stone Until it got torn off and separated from her skull One grandpa I sliced off his whole face off He even survived the whole 5 minutes of it A profile of a wall just fit him better This guy I hacked his face with some butcher knife Up to the moment I couldn’t recognize any skin left anymore Until his face was gone This Nausea.. this repulsion just raised bigger in me with each removing session There wasn't a face unworthy for mutilation There wasn't a face I left fixable No head left whole WIPE OFF YOUR FUCKING SMILE I SWEAR YOU HAD IT COMING YOU'RE A BETTER HUMAN FACELESS YOU'RE NO ONE WITHOUT A FACE!
2.	Ripping of the Sack 04:54	lyrics	buy track
SICK THEY SAID THAT I AM SICK THAT I'M RADICAL IN MIND BODIES WITH HALF RUPTURED DICK THE BALL SACKS THEY ARE YET TO FIND I'M A WOMAN I HAVE RIGHTS SO I GUAGED OUT THEIR EYES WITH AN ICE CREAM SPOON ALRIGHT?! I SPOON FUCKED OUT THEIR SIGHT! THEY WERE HAND CUFFED TO THE BED I TORE THEIR HAIR OUT WITH MY HANDS HACK OFF THE JAW MASTURBATING TWITCHING TONGUES! I WATCHED THEM TWIRL AS THEY GAVE ME HEAD, MY PUSSY WAS NOW FED, ALL RED, I WAS GLAD! THEY CHOKE ON CUNT AS I SQUIRT RIGHT INSIDE THEIR THROAT, THUMBS DEEP IN SOCKET HOLES SHOVE THE TORN FACE INSIDE ME! I WAS ALL FUCKING WET BLOOD AND SECRETION RUB MY CLIT MY ONE HAND FISTED MY TIGHT LITTLE ASS THE OTHER GRABBED THEIR SWEATY NADS AS I WAS ABOUT TO CUM MY BODY WAS TREMBLING WITH PLEASURE GREAT STRENGTH OVEWHELMED ME TIGHTENED MY GRASP AND REND OUT THE – SACK! COMPLETE TESTICULAR EXTRACTION UPROOTING THEIR MASCULINITY RIPPING OF THE SACK!!! WHERE IS YOUR DIGNITY NOW MANLY MAN?!? STORED INSIDE YOUR MOTHERS FREEZER I CAN USE A BUTCHER KNIFE IS IT MORE DEGRADING OR AGONIZING? HACK THE SACK WRING THE DING HACK THE SACK OWNED IN A SWING AS THEY SCREAM LIKE LITTLE SISSY GIRLS I SLAP THEM WITH MY HAND - SMEARD WITH SHIT SHOVING TOILET BRUSH DOWN THEIR JAWLESS MOUTH SCALDING IRON SODOMIZES THEM TO ANAL CRISP IS THAT KINKY ENOUGH FOR YOU...? I LOVE TEABAGGING MYSELF WITH THEIR DRIPPING JUEVOS MULTIPLE STABWOUNDS FOR YOU MULTIPLE ORGASMS FOR ME I STAB TILL I CAN STIR THE KNIFE INSIDE YOUR STOMACH RETCHING INSIDE YOU AS FILTH COVERS ME MY SACKLESS BODIES HUMILIATED TO DEATH FILLED MY PERVERSIONS YOU'RE MINE BITCH HIS CREDIT CARD – CHECK! TORTURE SEX - CHECK MUTILATED MAN- CHECK ! MY HUMBLE AUTOGRAPH? RIPPING OF THE SACK!
3.	Gargling for Help 04:40	lyrics	buy track
Choke! 1 AM, at the club Wasted, hammered Shit music comforts me The hard kicks in Meth, Diesel, Yak, Speed, Rocks Asshole sold me bad stuff Drink some more jack and coke I am burnt, I'm so burnt My life is shit I have nothing I'm a loser, I'm a pest The streets haunt me forever You can see who I am The infamy inside of me A reek of loathing from those clean souls makes me nauseated But damn they're all making me hard The blonde chick she's been eying me all night I go and grab her.. Licking her face She's facemelted.. She takes me to the can Depression, libido and sickness hit me.. She pulls out DMT I'm a stallion in porn land Disoriented.. It all starts to make sense Me and the boys we made my girl do it again.. She's our Crackwhore They fucked her and laughed.. I laughed That nymphomaniac junky cunt I can smell the sperm again I bite her throat and rip it out She starts gushing on me while her eyes roll back Fermenting.. Wiggling.. Slipping on her own blood Gargling for Help No one hears her.. She will die here I can almost feel her fear Her survival instinct fails in moments Holding her guttural hole Crying.. Blood gargling.. Suffocating I go out.. There's a shocked guy with a mustache looking at me.. Looks like a fucking catfish I beat him up in amok, cursing his fornicating mother, so hard crap flies out of him Fat hairy cat fish.. I'm the fisherman who's gonna save this village!.. What? Kicking his ribs while he's vomiting.. Am I dancing? As I danced with my boys' heads Eyes bleed as I stomp his skull.. But all I see are giant syringes going at my groin Looks like a pumpkin squishes under me.. I stand in it Strangers grab me as I sob I run back to where people look like daisies under the neon sun withered from within, you know you're dying They all made it happen, mind crippled and lost What people live with, addicted to a blood routine Kids shot in the head, rationality is dead As I dice those righteous animals My heart races.. My mouth foams A gun in my face, again, at last The last memories of pain The same unreasonable reality.. The rush to kill I'm done.