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Alive And Dead (1996)
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After we die, invading our bodily cavities
The young of insects feed
On our inactive brains
And numb spinal chords
Open sores drain slow
Spouting yellow pus - from us
Dead human flesh brings nourishment
Survival from what is dead and cold
Our unburied carcass'
Will be reduced to bone
Open sores drain slow
Spouting yellow pus - they're feeding on our souls
A sickening odor seeps - from us

Inside they multiply

Devour us piece by piece
New life from us, dead life not lost
They feed to hatch the spawn
Devour us piece by piece
This dead life not lost
New life from us - dead life not lost
New life from us
Open sores drain slow
Spouting yellow pus
They're feeding on our souls
A sickening odor seeps - from us
insect - insect, insect
maggots

. . .


Pulled down to the depths
I feel that I am going under
Swept away I struggle now
Gasping for my last breath
Choking me - I can not breathe
Liquid vision, all I see

Drifting - no sign of life
Floating dead
The tide carries me
Fluid fills my lungs, as my eyes open wide
I can't reach the surface - no sense of true direction
My body turns - violently
Cramping limbs - to weak to swim
Drifting - no signs of life
Floating dead
The tide carries me
Drowning too weak to swim
Floating dead - the tide carries me away
Submerged in this grave
My body set a drift
Skin is white and cold
Sinking to the depths
In this liquid terror
Dead and motionless
Drifting - no sign of life
floating dead the tide carries me
Drowning too weak to swim
Floating dead the tide carries me

Crushed by rocks and current
I float up to the surface
My body washed ashore - swollen from exposure
Black and blue, lifeless dead
Suffocation - in liquid

Drifting - no sign of life
Floating dead the tide carries me
Drowning too weak to swim
Floating dead the tide carries me - away

. . .


Never straight and narrow
I won't keep in time
Tend to burn the arrow
Out of the line

Been inclined to wander
Off the beaten track
That's where there's thunder
And the wind shouts back

Grinder
Looking for meat
Grinder
Wants you to eat

Got no use for routine
I shiver at the thought
Open skies are my scene
That's why I won't get caught

Refuse to bite the mantrap
Be led to set the snare
I love to have my sight
Capped everywhere

Grinder
Looking for meat
Grinder
Wants you to eat

I've held my licence
It came with birth,
For self reliance on this earth
You take the bullet
On which my name
Was etched upon in your game

Day of independence
Stamped us like a brand
Round the necks of millions
To the land

As the mighty eagle
I need room to breathe
Witness from the treadmill
I take my leave

Grinder
Looking for meat
Grinder
Wants you to eat

Grinder
Looking for meat
Grinder
Wants you to eat

Grinder

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