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slamdozing remnants of amphetamine-fueled fury - necrophilic beatdown lyrics

forty minutes to my shift exchange
work release meets fantasy of plowing deceased
let’s make this last forever and ever and ever
lo and behold, assigned to a city of a sea of corpses
landfill of the f*cking diseased
take a hit and rev my engine
intestines drape the pavement
intestines dragged through cracking pavement
intestines dragged through cracking pavеment
intestines draggеd through cracking pavement

zoomed on crystal, feeling stupid
chase kratom with lighter fluid
picked up shifts for my own pleasure

a job so sweet, not for some but just for me
black on streets with a penchant for rotting meat
sixteen hours, seven days of pushing flowers
my love won’t sour for this carrion fixation
one*thousand*fifty miles of putrid decimated
one hundred thousand pounds of earth*shaking machination
the stench and heat of organs pierces holes in the atmosphere

chop them up, chop them up, make mountains, don’t make piles
heap them up, heave them up, position them with style
drop them off, scr*pe the slough, my dozer plows for miles
krokodil, mescaline guides my every thought
rack ’em up, stack ’em up, their decay brings me smiles
sauce ’em up, toss ’em up, their bones are my floor tiles
f*ck them up, chuck them up, keep tallies of the k!ll
hit one hundred million, huffing gas as i refill
the asphalt glistening with skin infested with gangrene and maggots
smeared the streets, smeared with disease
my utopia of rot has wrought perfection

ravens crying as they feast on decay
street’s drain pipe clogged with hair and body fluids
in four*wheel drive so i don’t slide
addicted to the gushing of their blood
it’s all i need to be pleased and complete
the bursting organs like a sweet treat
sun*dried mounds of flayed flesh and raw meat
addicted to the gushing of their blood

ravens crying as they feast on decay
street’s drain pipe clogged with hair and body fluids
in four*wheel drive so i don’t slide
addicted to the gushing of their blood
who would’ve thought plowing corpses could make my day?
what can i say, it ain’t just about the pay
ravens crying as they feast on decay
addicted to the gushing of their blood

- necrophilic beatdown lyrics

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