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Aborted – Global Flatline lyrics
In this walking nightmare
This life, an abominable revelation
No flesh shall quench my impulses to kill
Mouldy muliebral textures I relentlessly crave
This final absolution I grant the human race
Revel in a purulent bliss, a goregasmic pit
Pathetic meaningless lives, zealots in a rotting cesspool
This is the end of all flesh
Cataclismic discharge of emotional decay
A waste of breath and time, with the saw I extirpate
A pathological nightmare or a deity's wrath
For man is disease and must be put down at last
The world a canvas for me to corrupt
Rid this stinking earth of all that rots
For all those I desecrate, for the corpuscles inanimate
Merely a detrimental mass grave
Global termination, for which man was born
Genocidal Salvation, aftermath forlorn
Global Termination, for which man was born
Genocidal Salvation, we are the end of the world
In this walking nightmare
This death, a prolonged rapture
No flesh shall quench my impulses to kill
The end of all life I relentlessly crave
This final absolution I grant the human race
This life, an abominable revelation
No flesh shall quench my impulses to kill
Mouldy muliebral textures I relentlessly crave
This final absolution I grant the human race
Revel in a purulent bliss, a goregasmic pit
Pathetic meaningless lives, zealots in a rotting cesspool
This is the end of all flesh
Cataclismic discharge of emotional decay
A waste of breath and time, with the saw I extirpate
A pathological nightmare or a deity's wrath
For man is disease and must be put down at last
The world a canvas for me to corrupt
Rid this stinking earth of all that rots
For all those I desecrate, for the corpuscles inanimate
Merely a detrimental mass grave
Global termination, for which man was born
Genocidal Salvation, aftermath forlorn
Global Termination, for which man was born
Genocidal Salvation, we are the end of the world
In this walking nightmare
This death, a prolonged rapture
No flesh shall quench my impulses to kill
The end of all life I relentlessly crave
This final absolution I grant the human race
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