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DISSECT diszkográfia
Pusgush From The Vomited, Wormy Gut
Demo II. (1993)
1. Intro(Sympathetic Entreaty)
2. Raw Mind(Preserved Thought)
3. Lights Awaiting To Be Disclosed
4. Associal Society
5. Disabled Suicide
6. Lost Subconscious
7. Catholic Priests` Sexuality(Nuns` Orgy In The Cathedral)
8. I Suffer From God
9. Negative Hopes
10. The Solve Of The Thoughts` Connexions...Can It Be Sold?
11. Outro(Returning Torture)
Dissect - Pulsating Blood
After seven murders, they finally got you
Waiting on your trial, is the only thing you can do
Deep in your mind, you know the judge shall say
You can just sit, hope, wait and pray
Waiting on your trial, waiting half a year
Now the time is come, you begin to feel the fear
The judge is sitting, the jury is there
You must out of the system, that's the only thing that cares
Sitting in deathrow and they let you wait
Every day can be the day, that's your faith
A footstep makes you crawling on the floor
You're lucky, they take the guy next to your door
Every day you hear people die
This incredible horror makes you cry
But you also showed no mercy when your victims screamed
It's justice that you're living in the worst nightmare you ever dreamt
Your last night your last living sleep
Your next sleep will be eternal deep
A man is sent to shave your head
He is preparing you for a slow death
Waiting on your death, thinking of the pain
It's no bullet fast through your brain
Electrocution, raised at your chest
Suffer and die in pain is what you rest
Waiting on your death, thinking of the pain
It's no bullet fast through your brain
Electrocution, raised at your chest
Suffer and die in pain is what you rest
Oh suffer and pain
It's all in vain
You can't return
Your flesh will smell and burn
Your blood is boiling, smoke comes out of your ear
Your last thought is of eternal fear
Blood is pulsating out of your nose
But it's the way to die you self chose
