1. |
Serotonin delusion
00:26
|
|
||
2. |
Disfigured Limbs
01:46
|
|
||
3. |
Coop Walker
01:14
|
|
||
4. |
Spasm
02:23
|
|
||
5. |
Blood of All
01:55
|
|
||
6. |
|
|||
7. |
|
|||
8. |
Interlude
01:28
|
|
||
9. |
Nekroflorist
01:49
|
|
||
10. |
|
|||
11. |
Forced Fed AntiFreeze
01:18
|
|
||
12. |
Vivisection
02:04
|
|
||
13. |
Sterile Boiling Chamber
00:23
|
|
||
14. |
|
|||
15. |
|
|||
It’s a cold day in Hell and the hacked skin is screaming
Cut-price souls bleeding out
Selling their Meaning
Dead civilization
Beyond restoration
And a nice fresh demographic for each novel degradation
The cots are full of maggots in each nursery mind
No jobs for life yet you join the cattle grind
Skipping through fires of hate and desire
Throbbing zombie zygotes on the razor wire
Thin skins already cracking
Ligaments contracting
Writhing in this wound wake with both hands bound
Dionysian sybarites
Eyes wide shut in ritual spite
Cruising through a sine wave of freak show sound
Ugly-hued heads splice
Dead lips dirge lice
Masturbating mania across the wires
Blinkered perverts, paid drones
Puking up their sick bones
Superficial wishes light the funeral pyres
Blood sacrifice and infant rape
An Inquisition ink State
Liquid sex psychosis if you have the guile
Fashion conscious group thought
Virtue signaled souls bought
Feed those miles of maggots with each cold, controlled smile
I see rabid dogs and dust mites dripping universal slug slime
An acid rainbow in a sky that’s never had the time to shine
Crassly-wrought creeds serving dioxin needs
Half-baked quick-fix faith relations bleeding blunt force blasphemy
With muscles stitched to muzzles
Time to pack away this puzzle
There are crows on the horizon and that sky burns black
Corrupted cacogenics and a criminal aesthetic
Pay-per-view homicides
All media backed
Manufactured misandry
The feeble end of history
60 years of backwards ideology
Waves of assembly-line gun-crime
Feeding fear to brainwashed dregs
Rifle-toting right-wing death squads?!
Tell it to the limbless baby dripping down your leg
As the cellophane godless fuck the Lord of The Flies
Both looking backwards with the same ash in their eyes
And social sedation dulls this fear of waste creation
Whilst they aim us all at aimless annihilation
Still you bite the hand that feeds
Planting disillusioned seeds
A new generation of cultic dismay
Sucking off that flesh for your own feeble needs
Would you ever consider there’s another way?
Put your fingers to the ground
And feel the howl as worlds come down
Marketed amnesia
Makes it even easier
To enjoy a twilight lit by railguns, DEWs, drones, and mines
Turned on by this arms race
Tuned to charm and weak faith
You let the propagandists dictate your every line
Christ disfigured
They needed something bigger
Something they could trigger, with the time to kill
Broken borders
Victims only following orders
To drag us back with gratitude into their bloody swill
Left, and Right – and always wrong
A dialectic built on scorn
Left, and Right – and always wrong
A dialectic built on scorn
Left, and Right – and always wrong
A dialectic built on scorn
A dialectic built on scorn
A dead
A dead
A dead age is born
|
||||
16. |
Solipsism
02:21
|
|
||
17. |
Noma
01:05
|
|
CoffinBirther London, UK
Downtuned gorenoise with an 8 string guitar and vintage drum machines. CoffinBirther is a manifestation of my morbid interests and thoughts. HMU for a collab on my second upcoming album!
Streaming and Download help
If you like CoffinBirther, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp