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Raw And Infected

by Maggot Erotica

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1.
Scene 18b (Live) 01:44
lyrics
Smut for sale Unexpecting actresses Bound to the bed You'll never escape Smile for the camera Before I take your teeth Quiet on the set Ready for your close up? 3, 2, 1, Cut 3, 2, 1, Cut Cutting off the limbs and I'm chopping up the bodies and I'm jacking off to the screams Gagged and tied Humanity denied You might end up dead but for now you're still alive You wanna be famous You wanna be a star Well now you have your wish As your blood and bile runs down your thighs Wanna be famous? Wanna be a star? Well now you have your wish Attention seeking little slut As I stuff the gag into your mouth Your eyes roll back, you know you're dead Accept your fate, your time has come Nowhere to run, your wrists are bound Sharpen the blade to cut your throat Tighten my grip around your neck Look in my eyes, I see your fear I see your fear I see your fear
2.
You Really Don't Want To Do This (Live) 05:31
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Horror designed by me My conception, the chamber of fear Reward, for those who endure So sure, that I’ll break you all Before the manor eats you up My tasks, complete successfully Fail cards, you must obtain Or else, you stand no fucking chance Sleep deprived and fatigued Hours of contracts, the mind games begin Bag on your head, duct taped your mouth Unable to scream, submit to me I am your master, I’m in control now I am your master, enter the chamber Hypnosis I will use Surrender to your puny feeble fears The master of mind games and psychological warfare Attention to detail, is the key, if you want to be set free Break the code, grab the key Solve my puzzles my sweet abductee Sane again you’ll never be Terror building, I’ll film it all Making movies, live streaming to Las Vegas Gamblers betting who will break first On my camera capturing essence of fear Stunts you shall suffer through in this tour of desolation Tasks you must succeed if you hope for a resurrection Convoluted breakers make you wish for extinction Anxiety building, terror consuming I am the tyrant, your nightmares incarnate Penetrator of your mind You’ll see me every time you close your eyes You really don’t want to do this You really don’t want to do this The master of mind games and psychological warfare Attention to detail, is the key, if you want to be set free I will strike fear into the hearts of those you love Devastate your psyche and fill it with panic Petrified for your life Your fear spawned by me Petrified for your life This game ends with me
3.
Tocopheryl Induced Pulmonary Barotrauma (Live) 02:48
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Internal division Cranial circumcision Increasing perturbation Writhing and panicking before my body falls still Tyrannical regulation, controls everything but the impurities Synthetic THC, cut with vitamin e, gives the illusion of authenticity Misreported cases, push an anti-smoke agenda Lies causes crimes, their deception rots you deep inside Prohibition, gives rise to gangs and death Epidemic, contaminated drugs Authoritarian laws do more harm than good Denied the freedom, to choose your mental state Cognitive liberty I can’t breathe My lungs flooded with blood I can’t breathe Terror consumes me My last breath manifests as a scream Before my lungs collapse and my rapid heartbeat ceases to pulse Needless slaughter Wasted taxes Prejudicial policies, government conspiracies I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe The use of spice is on the rise as strength is increased The streets swarming with zombies as they yearn for sweet relief Archaic legislations, potency is through the roof Corrupted politicians wilfully deny the truth Society is poisoned by its brainwashing elite The ministry of propaganda, knowledge incomplete
4.
Toybox Torturer (Live) 04:20
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Drugged and sedated I am your master, you belong to me Take a look around you Pornographic illustrations cover the walls My diagrams, perverted methods Fantasies of gore Sadomasochistic perversion If you don’t cooperate, you'll end up like the last Strangled with rope Now begins your little training session, let the horrors begin........ Restraints, pulleys, whips Medical devices Sexual instruments perform my orchestra of pain and torture Locking a metal collar round your neck Escape is futile Welcome to the den of Satan No one can hear you scream Sound proofed walls and steel bolted doors Chained to a rusty post Ball gag drool and tears soak the floor Calm down you'll make a mess A growing pool of fear induced piss I'll make you lick it up Stupid prostitute sodomite Lower class degenerate scum Even if you manage to leave No one would believe your story Lathered in canine breeder's musk When I'm done my mutts will want some You might not like what I say But you're fucking sure gonna do it Don't try to disobey my rules Or you’ll be severely punished Pierce flesh with sterilised needles Slice off a nipple or your breast My purpose is to torture sluts That's why I built this room of pain The centrepiece of my chamber A gynaecologist table Mirror mounted to the ceiling I want you to watch how I play Forced to watch my every lash Bruises, burns and infected wounds Ankles in stirrups, knees pulled wide apart, open Stripped naked, chained up, force fed like dog, my pet Follow my commands, and you know that I’ll be nice Nice as I can be, while I’m torturing women If I let you live, you won’t remember, drugged up Dumped in the desert, naked and afraid, confused Trinkets, keepsakes and, trophies of my slaves, I keep Bodies never found, evidence of death, disposed
5.
Mortician (Live) 05:04
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I have already passed, but walk the earth as a corpse My organs are rotting, my throat barely talks No human interaction, in weeks or in months No more family left living; my friends have all gone. I walk the streets at night, in my head, as I dream Visions endlessly crossing my mind as I scream As the belt round my arm makes the arteries grow I’ll part the skin, as the crimson seas of sanguine blood flow I need a mortician, or a doctor, or a shrink. To dissect inside my mind and see what makes me think There’s something wrong with me My only mental state There’s something wrong with me Just self-targeted hate There’s something wrong with me I aim to end it all There’s nothing wrong with me Allow fate to throttle this life from my feeble hands I only eat to fuel my body as it rots. Internal necrosis of my organs No motivation when you have deceased I'm so sick of this fucking existence Screams of despair I hear in my head Spark up the bong to drown out their sounds Now the demons emerge from the void Whiskey will banish these horrible visions Fantasies of bullets shattering cerebrum As the tip of the round compresses the brain Struggling as I'm asphyxiated by twine Final memories of regret but it's too late Clawing at my throat as the sharp fibres pierce my skin The irreversible decision has been made No turning back I choose to live to sleep all day, for that moment of silence, before reality and my consciousness slips away, is the closest to which my worthless existence can experience, that sweet moment of death. I have many means to end it all, but still I choose to live, Thoughts of not experiencing scares me, so instead I choose to live. I can’t get my carcass out of bed I require a doctor for the dead Somebody call a mortician
6.
Cannibalistic Hunter (Live) 03:32
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Who are these strangers? Trespassing on my dear family’s property Are they going to hurt us? Are they going to steal? No need for outsiders here Mother tells me family is all I need They’ll try to tear this family apart So I’ll tear them limb from limb Stalking them through the woods Carrying my beloved birthday present Revving up my chainsaw The hunt begins Stench of petrol fumes in the air As I stumble after my targets Screams drowned out by the squeal of my chainsaw The thrill of the chase exciting me Until I hear a crunch in the distance The sound of bone crushed by my bear traps Screams of anguish from my prey A new beautiful specimen is now mine Slashing and hacking Sawing through bone Slicing through the flesh Tearing at the meat Preserving the face Dragging the corpse home to work on Carving sweet meat from the carcass Boiling the bones Frying the flesh in fresh blood Pickling the organs Brewing Sawyer’s famous chilli The secret’s in the meat Rummaging through my tools My hand picks up the scalpel Carefully removing the face with surgical precision Stitching together the skin Applying makeup to the eyes and to the lips I just want to feel beautiful Placing the mask over my face Am I a pretty girl now momma?

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released February 20, 2021

Written, Performed, and Produced by Jordan Ramsden
Artwork by Artem Astaroth
Logo by Alice Malvisi (Wormhole Design)

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