The Sick Get Sicker - Autopsy

The defect, the human, the lowest of lows

The madman, the psycho, obsessed with death blows

The might of the weapon, the rape of the sane

The torture more twisted, blood soaked and deranged

More corpses on the fire

While mangled minds conspire

Reason is in the past

Armageddon at last

De-evolution is running it’s course

Cretinous mongrels line up for the wars

Tearing each other to teeth gnashing shreds

Boots stomp right over the mercifylly dead

Barbed wire brutality and face slashing atrocities divine

Stain the streets like a gag inducing putrid wine

Multiple fingers claw at multiple buttons that signal the end

The reaper’s scythe is whetted again and again and again

It’s too late to stop the final blasts

All are deaf, no one to hear the pathetic gasps

Of the ones who were too eager to slash and slay

The pyres of dead meat glow on this slaughterday

Lead-EC

Lead-DC

Destruction supreme is the law of the land

Bomb shelters in ruin, all dead at man’s hand

Shrill air raid sirens wail onward like ghosts

The earth is now void of it’s venomous hosts