Misanthropic Lyrics
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Album | Torturetorium(2010) |
Type | Album (Studio full-length) |
Genres | Death Metal, Deathgrind, Grindcore |
Labels | Independent |
Album rating : –
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3. Misanthropic (4:38)
Trudging through life
I see the undeserving
Observing the decline
I evoke my desire
To deal a death blow
Of decisive destruction
To all the flocks of scum.
My immeasurable sum of malevolence
Is there anything more repulsive than man
See generations of failure, I am sickened
Drown in a whirlpool of folly trying to surface.
Baffling repetition of the same patterns
Leading once again to the same problems
This is the essence of our entrapment
This inversion of the instinct to survive.
Infested with vermin
Irrigation with filth
To breed an army
Of the mindless.
Spewing into the world's bloodstream
Are we diseased?
Are we the disease?
In a world like this, solitude is bliss
In the crooked aspect of man
No straight line can be drawn in the sand.
Meltdown of the conscious, it's blissful paralysis
Walking around with crooked smiles without a care in the world
It's a site to behold, the hordes of fucking scum
Thrown into an endless cycle from which there is no escape.
Treacherous of the world leaving their stain
They should all be destroyed
They say it's inhumane
Judging all others
You must first judge yourself
Looking into the mirror
I see my reflection in hell.
I see the undeserving
Observing the decline
I evoke my desire
To deal a death blow
Of decisive destruction
To all the flocks of scum.
My immeasurable sum of malevolence
Is there anything more repulsive than man
See generations of failure, I am sickened
Drown in a whirlpool of folly trying to surface.
Baffling repetition of the same patterns
Leading once again to the same problems
This is the essence of our entrapment
This inversion of the instinct to survive.
Infested with vermin
Irrigation with filth
To breed an army
Of the mindless.
Spewing into the world's bloodstream
Are we diseased?
Are we the disease?
In a world like this, solitude is bliss
In the crooked aspect of man
No straight line can be drawn in the sand.
Meltdown of the conscious, it's blissful paralysis
Walking around with crooked smiles without a care in the world
It's a site to behold, the hordes of fucking scum
Thrown into an endless cycle from which there is no escape.
Treacherous of the world leaving their stain
They should all be destroyed
They say it's inhumane
Judging all others
You must first judge yourself
Looking into the mirror
I see my reflection in hell.
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Torturetorium - Lyrics
1. Transplant the Eminence Lyrics | 2. Torturetorium Lyrics |
▶ 3. Misanthropic Lyrics | 4. Schema Lyrics |
5. Visions Externalized Lyrics | 6. Dissemblance Lyrics |
7. The Unnamed Dread Lyrics | 8. Haunted by Nothing Lyrics |
Torturetorium - Album Credits
Members
- Paul Johnson : Bass, Vocals
- Matt Johnson : Drums
- Neal Stein : Guitars