Includes "Devotion To Gore" and "Bong Rips For Satan" CDs, and a t-shirt
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Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album
Jewel case CD with 12 page booklet
Hand numbered and limited to 50
Includes unlimited streaming of Bong Rips For Satan
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lyrics
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
Larry Wang 'singing', glorious slams and atmospherics ripped straight out of Aliens result in a should-not-be-missed slab of inhuman fury. poisonremedy
Pure brutality with a taste of Nintendocore. Very good album, every track offers you a smorgasbord of brutal heavy metal with snippets of nintendo excerpts. Every track on this is amazing. 10/10 HighHat
Being one of my favorites in the Slam world, I already own most of these .357 Homicide releases on cd, but hey I like files. In the year 2056 I will sell my files for thousands. Crispy Wav files. Everyone will want to look back at a better time. One where bandcamp existed and before the mandatory brain implants our overlord Elon Musk had installed in us. But can Elon Musk tell you that .357 Homicide has 2 different logos? Nope because the fool can’t slam. Mitch Mitcherson