Numbing torturous troubadours

Of this melodious dirge

Ostentatious triumphalism

Impressarios of despair



Virtuosos of the visceral

Artisans of the morgue

Wretched morbid euphemisms

Orating grisly tongue



This is the way of all flesh that will decay

The cycle of death exhausted well and truly plagued

A vacuous malaise for which you studiously cater



Germinated spores are sown

Plagiarised as your own

But it's you we've outgrown

Stillborn at birth



Artistically moribund

Soulless ghosts of the underground

By the past you are bound

Stunted at birth



Dulled, blunted, low tensile dearth metal

Melodists of soullessness

Harmonisers of the converse

In heartless exuberance

Impotent vain facile notations

Purveyors of rottenness

Deadpan putrescent prose

A musical spent blunt force trauma

The butcher's cur attenuated



This is the way of all flesh that will decay

The cycle of death exhausted well and truly played

A terminal malaise that you so feverishly savour



The fruits of perfection shown

But it's you that's been outgrown

Stillborn at birth



Non hardened, brittle, untempered, dead



This is the way of all flesh that will decay

The cycle of death unbroken - stunted at birth

A vacuous malaise well and truly plagued

-stillborn at birth



Dulled, blunted, low tensile dearth metal



Artistically moribund

Soulless ghosts of the underground

By our own past we are bound

Stillborn at birth - D.O.A.