Bored.
Bored of living.
So I've bored into myself.
Keep the wound open.
Let it bleed.
Burning acid through the stomach.
Treating the body like a rag.
Organs swimming in poison.
Burnt lungs crackling with tar.
There's no point pretending to be human.
I am so much less.
Binging on filth in the name of Satan.
Stinking of beer, piss and death.
Death.
Piss and death.
Spitting black mucous in your face.
I am a wretched fucking sight.
Bloodshot eyes staring, unblinking.
Scarred leather skin crawling with disease.
Hanging out in the gutter.
Feasting in on lice.
A sight that makes you shudder.
Counting the seconds 'til death.
'Til death.
The Portland death metal band honors the decades-old relationship between underground metal and independent horror. Bandcamp Album of the Day Aug 18, 2023