Thoughts. Foods. Music.

My brain talking aloud. Really good recipes. Really really good bands.

I have no idea what to say to you anymore. I have no idea how to act, what to do around you. I can’t pretend to be fine with seeing you. I can’t pretend to be find with being reminded of how much you ripped me apart. Yet somehow I know I’ll never be able to hate you or forget you.

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Thy Art is Murder

—Infinite Death

THIS IS FUCKING HILARIOUS, and bad.

Band: Thy Art Is Murder

Song: Infinite Death
Album: Infinite Death
Genre: Technical Deathcore
From: Sydney Australia

Lyrics.

I fuck your daughters
Hack them up
Kill them one by one
The taste of pure slut is all that keeps me here
Lock up your doors
Lock up the sluts
Lock up their cunts

Everything I want I fucking own
My life revolves around fucking possession
Everything that I own I just posses to dismember
They love to watch themselves hacked apart

All their limbs will be removed

Enter the mind of a psychopath
Where girls remain possessions

Do you love what I have done?
Raping just for the fun

Have I lost my mind?
For becoming who I am
It’s all your fucking fault
Dumb bitches fuck they don’t understand
This world does not revolve around them

All your limbs will be removed with tedious precision
What’s left is fucking useless but still breathing

Each breath feeds them as they chew flesh

My conscience escapes me when I feel the warm insides of sluts

All your limbs have been removed

I live two separate lives
I’m hiding in disguise
Seek and you’ll fucking find
I live two separate lives
Hidden from their fucking eyes

I hunt in secret
I hunt in silence

I stalk my prey in secret
Watch them waste away.

(Source: turb0tits-jfc, via sylvanasx)

Structures - At Las[T]

And if you thought it was over then you better think twice.
You’ve been given your last chance, now face the fucking avalanche.

And who the fuck are you to say that we’re just wasting time?
There’s no need to look back as we approach the finish line.
Can’t stand side by side if you can’t face the fucking avalanche.
We’re standing on top at last.

At last, you’ll have to face the fucking avalanche.
Standing at the top of the world.
At last, looking down from the top of the world.
At last we feel alive.