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INSANE CEPHALIC PRODUCTION

  • Bestial Breeding

  • Stay Brutal

  • Foetus

  • Deviant

  • Perpueral Cannibalism

  • Self Proclamed God

  • Dementia(The Precocious Symptoms Of Mental Perversion)

  • Phlebotomized

  • Insane Cephalic Production

  • Insomnies


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    Bestial Breeding

    Hurt my eyes, dear sweet daylight
    In this sticky and damp cave
    Where my body lies
    Unmoving with my ravaged face deep in the mud

    Feeling the lashes of whip
    Love conditioned in violence
    Bestial breeding

    Squestration, parental molestation
    Learning by the blows the reality of life

    Existence through sufferings
    My only one wish is to return
    This life I never asked
    Flesh is hurt by the beats
    I hear the steps coming near me
    And again he started to molest my body

    "Beast, bastard,
    You feel the wrath boiling into me, you compelled me to do that
    Cast down your eyes and don't defy me
    You know what is waiting for you !"

    Confrontation, humiliation
    Sweat burns my wounds, it's not enough
    I ask for more
    Bestial breeding.


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    Stay Brutal

    Have you ever heard the rattles of agony ?
    When each minute seems like an eternity
    When the silence is broken by the screams of anguish

    Perceptions altered by rage
    Enclosed in a cage
    Howling
    Encircled by morbid visions
    Which take all the place in me
    Submitted to emptiness
    Envolves merciless spirit
    I have made things I cannot speak
    Dreams which never die in me

    Dead human bodies are treated like simple toys
    Macabre games where victims are my near relations

    Inhuman practices come to me by insctinct
    Invading my heart with dark insanity
    Accepting this pulses pleasure is growing more and more
    How I like this feeling of culpability
    Delectation without name
    Remains of humanity
    Inviting anyone in my circle of madness
    And my need for violence is boiling in my veins
    Gutting all the bodies until the last

    Stay brutal

    Chained up, muzzled, blinded, molested
    Stay brutal
    Beaten, borken, strangled, mangled
    Stay brutal
    Slowly dismembered alive
    Stay brutal

    Voices told me : "I am the one
    Full of hate who guides your arm
    Forget all notion of the asset of life"
    And I still standing with my eyes closed to this sublime work of ferocity
    Voices tell me : "Do it again, stay brutal !"


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    Foetus

    Organes détruits, conscience trahie, mal-être intense, cultivant la terreur,
    Infestant les profondeurs, se délectant du supplice,
    Dans le vide qui l'envahit, elle sent cet ennemi qui de l'intérieur la ronge,
    Dévore son être, sa volonté anéantie.
    Sans effets, elle contemple, debout devant le miroir,
    L'amer reflet de sa souffrance.
    Elle vomit son agonie constante.
    Naissance de la colère, décomposée dans sa chair,
    Sanglant avortement, arrache le mal de son repaire,
    Elle sent la mort grandir en elle, qui investit ses viscères,
    Tumeur oppressante.
    Nourrie de sa haine, la lame s'abat, plongeant dans ses entrailles,
    Elle enfouit sa main et le tenant enfin,
    Extirpe le mal mortellement accroché à elle.
    Elle s'écroule inanimée, gisant, noyée dans son sang.


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    Deviant

    Something inside of me is watching me and waiting
    And the thing which scares me the most is when I cannot fight anymore
    I'm hearing speaking the voice of my father, disturbed by fits of abstraction,
    Silences of mind.
    I always do what voices in my head tell me to do
    "You are no one, a child of naught, you'll burn in fire. You have to hide,
    Shame of life, mistake of nature, swathe your face, your monstrous features,
    You are condemned !"
    I always do what voices in my head tell me to do
    Atered and disfigured, dysmorphophobia.
    The eye fixed, a razor in the hand, determined to comit the worst,
    The cost of the loss, a psychic rebirth,
    Through this path enslaved to my own delirium, delivered by auto-mutilation.
    In front of my reflection so detestable, I tear pieces of my face,
    Again until I will be unrecognizable.
    My acts relieve my mind, I forgivemyself his absence,
    But the voices still present, speaking to me.


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    Perpueral Cannibalism

    Begetting of disorder nature
    Perpueral cannibalism
    The sensation to be devoured
    And consumed little by little

    She recognizes him behind his disguise, guessing his features
    Vile creature
    She sees his unhealthy and sinister smile
    As the beginning of her torments

    Organic liquids flow through the natural
    Wide opened wounds of her chest
    His mouth does harm, burns the areola
    Masticates the breast until the blood

    His pupils are shining, inspiring the dread,
    In the abysses of the eye she could see the bottom of hell
    Absorbing her vital substance
    The murmurs of a nameless fear, torture of the flesh by the flesh
    Like a cancer which would spread to all the organism

    Sensitive illusions, victim of visual hallucinations
    Each cry hurts the drums, tears the mind apart
    Hunger for killing, thirst for the evil

    It would settle the cells until yhe last one in her
    Best disguise of the devil hidden behind the picture of the innocence
    Her own-blood is searching for self-destruction

    Unable to move like paralysed
    Perpueral cannibalism
    Used as food she can just let it do
    Tetanized by what she has by her


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    Self Proclamed God

    Hear my cries, white is everywhere
    There's no way to escape from this strange nightmare
    In front of me attached on a bed
    Lies the corpse of a child
    With a face so pale
    He turns his head and his glance meets mine
    His voice resounds in me
    Hurts and pierces my mind
    Words of hatred try to dominate
    Religious incantations desecrate my will
    "Come to me little child,
    See in my the resurrection of your god !
    Self-proclaimed god
    I am the one who lives in your entrails
    Make you rot from inside
    Invade me, blasphemy,
    *I submit you to serve me
    Your blood is mine, I'm your god
    Alive
    You'll learn to believe in my twisted existence
    Crouched in the depths of your conscience
    All the concepts fly away
    End of dreams, beginning of fear."
    Nervous disorder, go away !
    Vicious imposter torturing my mind
    Mental parasite, go away from me !
    His words terrify me and I fall upon him
    Severe corporal punishment
    By pure act of the rage, uncontrolled
    Blinded by blinkers of madness
    The child lies disgorged
    The white bed becomes red with his innocent blood
    My eyes are lost in this ocean
    Flowing on the ground until my feet
    I sit in the most obscure corner of the room
    As the child still look at me
    I understand what death is really talking about.


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    Dementia(The Precocious Symptoms Of Mental Perversion)

    He inconscious repression always grows in the head
    There's no forgiveness inside, it's just a semblance of truth
    This unacceptable state cuts the mind in two
    And one of them disappears in the limbs of oblivion
    Anormal human behaviour by morbid rationalization
    Installs istelf disguised by perversion
    Restrictionof the vision, diversions, manipulations
    All the tricks are used to realize the deviated purposes
    Dementia, the precocious symptoms of mental perversion
    Anger from disturbed childhood
    Comes through unconscious paths
    Far from our reality, hate for his identity
    He wants to become more than a simple human
    And behind a wall of lies, build his own pleasure
    Violence as answer to affective deficiency
    Forever torn between repulsion and fascination


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    Phlebotomized

    Lacerations, running blood as acid burns my veins from inside
    Searching for the way to escape from this closed labyrinth
    Exploring each part of organs, corroding it
    In me there's no limit between dream and life
    Anguish is so strong, pain so real
    Deep-seated wounds have been made on my wrists
    I cannot divert my glance from the sores,
    Watching flow the sick blood.
    Lacerate - evacuate - dominate - phlebotomized
    Dominate the ignorance, blood everywhere
    I spill blood eveywhere to empty my soul
    Morbid paints on my body with the coulour of life, show me the way to follow
    Awake from this dark witchery, from the insane delight
    I have no feelings in my hands any more
    My skin becomes grey and cold like an ancient stone
    The conscience goes away from my orphaned mind
    Cut the veins to lacerate, cut the veins to evacuate
    Cut the veins to dominate.


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    Insane Cephalic Production

    Une vaste et croissante obscurité embrase les vestiges de mon âme
    Les ténèbresà présent règnent dans cet abime ouvert.
    L'éphémère cocon du monde qui m'entoure, brisé,
    Une structure instable dont les limites sont inconnues.
    L'archétype de la pazthologie mentale, sublimé à l'extrême,
    engendré et perverti par les siens.
    Insane cephalic production.
    Attrait ou mépris, entre deux notions, imperceptible dimension,
    Absence de la peur, perte de l'illusion
    La progéniture se retourne contre le géniteur
    Mes parents m'ont laissé l'héritage de la souffrance,
    Dans une surprotection suffocante,
    Dans une indifférenciation totale entre le bien et le mal,
    Dans ce berceau si fragile de sécurité imaginaire
    C'est moi, cher père, chère mère, qui ai quelque chose pour vous,
    Et quel cadeau plus beu que la mort aurais-je bien pu vous faire ?
    Insane cephalic production.


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    Insomnies

    Errant dans une étrange dimension, épuisé mais trop mal pour dormir,
    Obnubilé par une peur incessante.
    Sphères parallèles à l'état d'éveil, terreurs nocturnes,
    Entre conscience et sommeil.
    Crise de panique, discernant des formes dans le noir
    Qui m'observent en silence.
    Le corps en sueur, il m'est impossible de respirer
    De peur qu'elles ne m'entendent
    Dans le gouffre de désolation dans lequel je m'enfonce progressivement
    Tandis que les heures s'enfuient derrière moi
    J'abandonne mon être, submergé par l'angoisse
    Chaque bruit, chaque sensation,
    Comme si une aiguille invisible me perçait l'encéphale.
    Errant à jamais dans ces limbes.
    Sphères parallèles à l'état d'éveil,
    Terreurs nocturnes,
    Entre conscience et sommeil


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