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Fallout
03:08
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Wasteland calling my name
What is left after they came
Stories of a lost generation
Covered in blood
Strange dreams of pungent death
Fill my head as I lay to rest
The meaning lost in blurred mutilation
Seek out the “undying one”
This may be a blind mans chase
Headed for a town some call Messiah
Must prepare for the journey ahead,
Dog eat dog, survival of the fittest
Trust no one, heed nothing
They’ll leave you bled, and hung out to dry
I hear a call, in the distance
Someone’s out there, crying for help
I grab my gun, I load my rounds
I try to ready, but they’re already on me
Someone is screaming, two rush up on me, striking my head
Can’t see, bleeding, swinging wildly, meeting their skin
Wipe the gore off and bring up the knife, now ready to strike
Pinning down the bandit, I see the life draining from his eyes
Sick to my stomach, I killed two men
Watched them both run red, weight placed on my chest
Did they deserve this?
Blood stained on my hands
What led them to this, killing their brothers?
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Stick it down into the pipe
In and out
Carbon monoxide lubricant
Chemicals flood the mind
Heaving ruthlessly
A fantasy
A brand new toy for me
This intimacy between you and me
A Ford F-150
Feeling the cold steel on my veiny shaft
Overwhelmed with sensation
Breaking down the walls
Something feels funny, not to mention
I have made a fucking mess
Vision starts to blur as I spurt
A load all over the dash
Semen coated interior
A fresh coat of paint, white gloss
Feel the blood flow
From my head, to my head
As I erupt violently
Vision blurred
As the chemicals flood my mind
For the very last time
This has been a grave mistake, but was it worth it?
Chemically charged climax
Preceeding the final breath
Brain death
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Enter the Sludge Gate
Astral Scavenger
Spread your hole, gaped up and open wide
A thick rod, plunged deep into your insides
D men, guzzling semen
The prophecy once fortold
Throw it back to 2k17
Open up the ring, hall of the rat king
Got your fate hanging like a weight on a damn string
No oxygen, helmet off is optimum for a quick death
If the fear is sudden I'm talkin' shrunken head, eyes red, pressure pop, brain dead
Making a canvas out the wall right behind my bed
Anxiety talkin' it got me breaking my neck
Behind every mother fucking corner I check
Got the demons speaking to me and I try to resist
It's a one two click and I cease to exist
Hooked up with a jammy and a load
A mac-11, 45, hammer and some blow
Fucked up, strapped like a backpack
Blowin' skulls, poppin' pills like they tic tacs
Morbid holes, gaped out and plugged up
Sludge door with the hammers, we fucked up
An epilogue to your demise
Fantasize, before your very eyes
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In the wake of Armageddon
Preparations are made, deep underground
Under the guise of maintaining civility
Cells lining the walls
Arrangements to surpass this catastrophe
Frozen bodies, cryogenically preserved
For an undisclosed amount of time
All in hopes of returning in due time
That's where their story ends, and ours begins
Experimental surgical procedures
Their bodies a canvas, my tools the paint
I'm an artist of cryogenic Mutilation
With no regard for human life
We've profited from their false hope
Mislead them, but they'll never know
As I prepare my next subject
It's eyes stare coldly into mine
I don't think this one has a shot at making it out of here
Frozen in time as the corporal body cases rot
Cryogenically preserved lifeforms in their holding cells
Watch as I begin to cut through arteries
Blood is stagnant at this temperature
That is, until the bodies melt
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Gridlock
03:14
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Between every breath
Pounding my throat with great force
Fucking it with no remorse
I eagerly await a fat juicy load
Slurping down every single last drop of cum
From the girlcock presented before me
A sense of euphoria not yet known to me
Shove your cock down my throat
For your load, I await
Cumming now, in my throat, I gargle
Swallow down, now round 2
As the cock grows pulsing and throbbing with every stroke
It's getting harder to breath
But I can't complain, working harder for another load of cum
Slurp it down like my life depends on it
Slurp it down, as you stretch my larynx
With your size 12
Cover my face with more cum I cannot get enough
Make a mess of me, I'll be your filthy fucking slut
Breathing is optional
The blood rushes to my cock
Sensation is strong
Transgender bukkake
Cum dripping down everywhere
Filling every fucking hole
I'll never get enough
Of girlcock
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Bring forth my subject
Strap the specimen down to the table
Anesthetized, dead to the world
A clean slate for my operation
A monster he will become
Remove the brain
Reprogram the carbon life
Wired to obey my every beck and call
Silicon implanted into the mind
Modified, memories wiped
Stripped of all impulse
My subject is perpetually infused
No memories of their past life will remain
A brigade of programmed soldiers for the overtaking
Act as one hivemind collectively
Stood sentient, multiple copies
Subjected to force you can't withstand
A monster he has become
Follow suit with the rest of your kind
Bring me back the head of your savior
They shall become
One with the machine
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Morbid Hole Gape
03:21
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It's in the namesake
The rhyme and reason
For the eponymous spectacle
Gouge every single last asshole in sight
My mission statement
OG 224, if you're hearing this it's too late
Enjoy your last moments of freedom before I bind your hands
While your predecessors watch in awe
Taking my time as I collect my instruments
Of anal torture
Bloodied up dilator, ready for the plunge
Pin you down
Prolapse inevitable
Fisting now
Deep inside you
Violent bursts
Bloody spurts
As your stretched
To your limit
Gaping you out wide
Prostate in tickling distance
Morbid delicacy
Oh how I enjoy to hear you scream
This perverse desire
To Gape Morbid holes
Will never be quenched
So long as there's ungaped holes
This is my trophy
Added to my display
Another victim
For another day
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8. |
Astral Scavenger
06:57
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Flood your mind
With chemicals divine
Look into the stars
And lust to be one with them
Set out to avenge myself
Let go from my dreams
My colleagues won't be laughing
When I make history
Frozen bodies, life is absent
I begin my
Voyage to the Closing star, an Astral Scavenger I am
Lightspeed not quite reached
Engage the thrusters
Feel the g force on my skull
Making progress in my escape from this hell I reside
Light trails on in a path behind me
Shooting through the sky, lost in my mind
Euphoric feelings setting in
As I begin to catch a glimpse of the closing star
Time begins to slow to a snails pace
Where I am lead, this familiar place
Melting skin and bone
Yet I feel free
In this design
It's so delicate
But I feel fine
Inside this cell of intertwined destinations
As the past dissolved behind me
Leaving a trail of light in its path
I begin my new life
In a blackened void, all consuming
This was a mistake
As I come down
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