His face is a bizarre sight
Something you could never understand
When zombies erupt from the tomb
This mutant's crazed lust will expand
A hideous freak of nature
Your entrails are what he admires
With chaos all around him
Your guts are all he desires
Smell the fear of death
From the hands of the geek
His jealous feelings unearthed
As the stench begins to reek
He's such a sick little fuck
Stuffing his face in a wild fit
An army of the dead arrive
And consume everyone bit by bit
(CHORUS)
Let's get to the MEAT OF THE MATTER
Pissing your lungs out of your bladder
Let's get to the MEAT OF THE MATTER!
All this reeking love for the splatter!
Blackened death metal riffs and Lovecraftian horror go hand-in-hand on the Seattle brutalists' ferocious eight-track epic. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 6, 2023