Dead baby on my cock. Scrape the shit out of her ass and stuff it right up her cunt. Feeding from her ruby fountain, from her cunt. I grab her hair and spread her legs, I punch her cunt until she begs. Semen seeping from her eyes, my meat is crammed inside. Beaten, broken, torn, just one dead whore.
Bite down, chew the shit, asshole leaking, anus split. Filthy discharge from the sores faeces-covered butchered whores. Rising kill count, a world torn from the ashes of humanity. Stumps are much better than cunts. New life will entomb the dead.
Murderer, psychotic, is this what I've become? And even though the tunes are predictable and not the least bit groundbreaking, there is no doubt that are infectiously good at what they do. Tears roll down her swollen cheeks, I treat her like she's meat. Am I hallucinating, or is my brain just sick? Maggots in your dick, mucus surrounds your feet. Tied down and beat her until she is dead. Wanking off faster on this butchered bastard. Cut off her head, fuck that instead. My desire for the blood that stains my soul.
Filthy discharge from the sores, faeces-covered butchered whores. Festers inside, her disgusting organs stir. British death metallers don't bring anything remotely original to death metal; they are unapologetically derivative, and they are leaders rather than followers. Festers inside her disgusting organs stir. I will gut you, I will cut you, I will spill your rotten innards, then I'll fuck them and I'll suck them, I will taste your putrid rectum. Bodies of sinners lie with bodies of angels. Bite down, chew the shit, asshole leaking, anus split.
Oxygen depleting, shit rolls down your chest. Smash her knees and spread her thighs and cast her limbs asunder. I kill her so quick that she can't make a sound. Wipe it on my face, I pick up the pace. I feel her asshole bleed, then release my seed, she won't escape my grip. From behind the veil of flesh, I can't distinguish what is real. Forcing her down, face to the fucking ground.
Ejaculate, my name is the one you fear. Her legs are open wide to ram my dick in. I fell alone and forgotten, contorted perception. Sky is turning red, world hung out and fucking bled. Humanity's grave is waiting, it sees the flesh melt from their bones. Cum-filled, she's fucked to death.
Severed, and rotting, and seeping, with blood and jizz from every hole. I'll fuck your putrid anus then take my dick and put it in your mouth and make you taste your shit. After signing to and , Ingested released their debut album called Surpassing the Boundaries of Human Suffering in June 2009. Is this a dream, or is this just my life? Festered, severed and bleeding, anus is split. Resist cock, I watch the life fade from her eyes. Death is the sickening reality, flesh is just the mask it hides behind. Tearing away at the flesh and the bone while I'm rubbing my dick and I see it has grown.
Jason Evans, the current vocalist of Ingested couldn't make it to the tour due to personal reasons, his fill in was Jason Keyser of the technical death metal band Origin. And more will follow, no one is safe, all die. Rotten, make the bitch taste her shit, rape her asshole. My balls are tensing, my cum is flying, you're slowly dying. Barren wasteland, corpses scattered, human bodies festered, dismembered. I feel sick of these useless lumps of flesh that stain my eyes. I'll make you suck your shit off my dick.
The new flesh will engulf the old. Make her pussy take my dick. Visions plague me, as I release this beast inside my head. Jeffs and Hynes formerly played in British deathcore act. I'll make you lick the filth off it.
Cum-filled she's fucked to death. Blinded, instinct forces me to kill. Anus leaking, putrid rectum reeking, penis rotten fecal. Decapitate, I fuck them while they rot. Vomiting your faeces over your emaciated frame. My dick is drenched in faeces from your ass to your mouth. Semen leaking out of this dying whore.