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letra de suffocating stench - spiteful visions

i awake encased in bronze
skin already hot from the mid-day sun
on this, metal casket which i’m
trapped in
dehydrated and beaten beyond doubt
i taste blood in my mouth

muscles sore from inability to move freely but my mind races into parker places
unable to keep up
bound and bruised with hot infected wounds
cramping and contracting, restricted movement causing additional pain

the smell of hot metal and blood overwhelms my senses
i hear the cheering of a crowd chanting “burn the bull” over and over
i cry for mercy but the metal distorts my plea
it turns my cries into demonic bellows from the beast

someday the tyrant will feel the pain of his own hoof
overthrown from psychotic reign
he too will feel the searing pain
of the brass flame
along his privileged flesh
suffer witness to your own suffocating stench

charred hair, along my chest
the smell gags me as it burns my flesh
what i’d give to already be dead
my body holds on as i give in to death
poisoned air engulfs me, somehow i manage breath
keeping conscious through the agony, please set me free
the smell of hot metal and blood overwhelms my senses
i hear the cheering of a crowd chanting “burn the bull” over and over
i cry for mercy but the metal distorts my plea
it turns my cries into demonic bellows from the beast

bellow!
from the belly of the beast i cry to be released
i’ve done nothing to be so deserving of this fate
torture for pleasure by a sick s-d-stic king
burned innocence false confessions won’t save my skin

seared and burning flesh, i know now that i’ve met my end
boiling to death, stream roasted over brass and flame
blisters start to drip, intense pain shooting as my flesh rips and bones start to split
agonizing screams, music to the ears of the criminally insane tyrants who spectate
my vile fate
entire body cauterized crying out in pain so desperate for the end
innocently tortured to death for pleasure

– stu solo –
– morgan solo –

incense used to hide the stench
provides relief for the rich
bracelets made from bone
a sick display of elegance
someday the tyrant will feel the pain of his own hoof
overthrown from psychotic reign
he too will feel the searing pain
of the brass flame
along his privileged flesh
suffer witness to your own suffocating stench

– stu solo –

- spiteful visions

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