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Digesting The Soul Of The Precarious Consciousness

by Flesh Tomb

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liamdyson97 Flesh Tomb bring the brutality back once again, although this time they've fully embraced their Black/Death Metal side while still bringing the beatdowns and slams. Cold, raw, somewhat melancholic and pure mosh anthems. Favorite track: Bloodmouth.
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The eye that sees all The eye that's casted Through evil, through jealousy Through pure misanthropy Razing all in it's way Constructed by the hands of sand One drop from the canal Like a hammer in the pine box Wash of the wake Tied by the wrists Sockets gouged Keeper of the crypt Slit wrists, soul splits Never ending torture pit Weighed down I drown In a pool of sweat and shit Getting heavy Where they saw me It's a mystery to me At least I'll be six feet away from the terror of pain Weighed down I drown No king No crown
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Bloodmouth 02:53
Take your filthy hands away from my mouth I'll bite the hand that shovels mud Bloodmouth disgusting fiend Figured out through the hole in the seams Rise and raze Depraved Detesting man For he is wicked Servant to the serpant Forgive thee not For you trespass Servant to the serpant Allowing death Allowing hatred King Kong by nature Carving flesh Draining Veins Consume the carcus Psychotic dominance Bearing arms of prejudice Merciless Heartless Supreme hate Violence Slave to the snake Caged up Gagged and raped Drug through the dirt Back to the cage This is God's will To do whatever you please For when in Rome We shall mock the deceased
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My consciousness Slips right through my fingertips Head in hands, feet in sand, my mouth full of piss Blood to blood What have I done My own flesh, my own kin, tell me how I've sinned Pierce my ears with your soft cold lips Like deep lines on my cold pale wrists Grasp upon my frayed old soul With the tightness of winter's grip So fragile So Empty These figures whispered as blood thirsty Is this lies? Is this truth? Forked speech from a soft cavity No place like home Where there is no reality Carve out my tongue Black out my eyes Each word They pierce Like a thorn In my side No place like home
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released November 1, 2021

Music written and created by Ryan Giordano, Arlo Erikson, and Zachary Wilson

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Flesh Tomb Wilmington, Delaware

Former Mercy Blow/Internal Bleeding and Vicious Embrace members come together to punch you in the dick with the hardest ass music you'll ever hear.

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