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Self-Non-Self (Cranes) · Carnival of Carnage (Insane Clown Posse) · Misanthropic Carnage (Severe Torture) · Goremageddon: The Saw and the Carnage Done (Aborted) · Wacken Carnage (Bloodbath) · Works of Carnage (Krisiun) · Carnival of Carnage (Insane Clown Posse) · Ski Wintergrooves - Mixed by Carnage (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Carnival of Carnage (Insane Clown Posse) · Misanthropic Carnage [Bonus Tracks] (Severe Torture) – and 90 other albums »


"The forecast calls for destruction tonight, death for tomorrow, and
Armageddon by the weekend.
This could be the end of life as we know it"

Cold
Cowards are unholy
Parasites that hide
Detonate the human bomb
Hands are all awash in blood

Carnage from the scriptures
Slaughter of the lamb
Break
Cowards are unholy
Parasites that hide
Detonate the human bomb
Hands are all awash in blood

Carnage from the scriptures
Slaughter of the lamb
rubbage will dispel
When our lives, by our own hands, we'll dutifully end

In vaporous rooms, veins swell to burst
Anesthesia is applied
Scalpels lick
strangled by intestines
In halls of the confined this silence dies
By avenging screams seeds of life cease
Amnesty in the corrupt
This black consumes
the shadows 
This ain't a game 
We're coming by stealth 
You know I got wealth 
Brain carnage self 
THERE'S no return
Speeding neck and neck with my own
Crumbling stone faces, dismantle this praise
Rubbing ash of conquest, across faces of war

Self imploding flame of birth
Scorn and hate risen
Scrotum nailed to the block,
Testicles obliterated by ballpeen hammer.
Labia stitched shut, blood runs from suture.
Clitoris removed with the yank
the shadows 
This ain't a game 
We're coming by stealth 
You know I got wealth 
Brain carnage self 
THERE'S no return
Speeding neck and neck with my own
by.
Left to burn, carnage fills this endless void.
Rotted minds, the stinking filth of violence floods the air.
Homicidal thoughts flow freely
the great sins of all
Admissions of guilt are all that are sought
By judges who have twisted laws
The quick abrogation of the populace
Striking with great
of the blind
Not clear what it is to be this self I dread, the immense, the rabid I am
The cogs turn, grinding away at ceaselessness - willing it to dust
intestines
Bones from severed fingers facilitate this haphazard self-dissection
Clutch at grume inside your bowels with half-eaten grubby stumps
Pulling out
armies of the Imperium assembled before the towering cyclopean walls of ancient Gul-Kothoth. It was some time before the billowing dust cloud raised by
has taken place that we are governed by fools?


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We've had problems from self-appointed Gods from Bishops to MPs.
They've tried to ban our