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Carcass - 1996 Wake Up And Smell The... Carcass

: Earache Records
1. Edge Of Darkness
2. Emotional Flatline
3. Ever Increasing Circles
4. Blood-spattered Banner
5. I Told You So (corporate Rock Really Does Suck)
6. Buried Dreams
7. No Love Lost
8. Rot 'n' Roll
9. Edge Of Darkness (radio 1 Version)
10. This Is Your Life
11. Tools Of The Trade
12. Pyosisified (still Rotten To The Gore)
13. Hepatic Tissue Fermentation Ii
14. Genital Grinder Ii
15. Hepatic Tissue Fermentation
16. Exhume To Consume

 

1. Edge Of Darkness

[music: Steer]
[lyrics: Walker]

A Rising, Bleak Dawn
A Permanent Sunset
On The Human Condition
A Boot Perpetually Treads

Illumination Snuffed
Fowards On Time Will March
Holding As A Mirror
Condemning To Repeat The Past

Endtime
The Realms Of A Setting Sun
Twilight
A New Age Has Begun
Decline
Decension To A New Dark Age
Blank Time
An Old World Not Quite So Brave

Right On The Edge,
Of A New Dark Age,
Back On The Edge,

We Stand...on The Edge Of Darkness

A Fading Dusk
Empty, Blanketing Shade
A Dying Sun
Only Blackness Radiates

An Aeon Ends
A Millenium Overturned
Time Lies In Embers
As Barren Horizons Burn

End Time
The Realms Of A Setting Sun
Twilight
A New Age Has Begun
Decline
Decension To A New Dark Age
Blank Time
An Old World Not Quite So Brave

Right On The Edge,
Of A New Dark Age,
Back On The Edge,

We Stand...on The Edge Of Darkness

[leads]

Endtime
The Realms Of A Setting Sun
Twilight
A New Age Has Begun
Decline
Decension To A New Dark Age
Blank Time
An Old World Not Quite So Brave

Right On The Edge,
Of A New Dark Age,
Back On The Edge...

[lead]

Right On The Edge,
Of A New Dark Age,
Back On The Edge...

2. Emotional Flatline

[music: Steer]
[lyrics: Walker]

An Emotional Void, A Cold Empty Shell
Embittered Husk, A Heart Of Darkness
Trace Weak Pulse, Vascular Eclipse
Numbed And Sapped, Emotional Paralysis

Flatline, Grievious Bodily Heart
Flatlined, Sensitivity Bypassed

No Tears To Cry
Stone Cold Emotional Flatline

Emotional Flatline
No Tears To Cry

With Indifference Touched Of Emotion Drained
Cold Bloody Minded, Caressing Disdain
Pulsating Life, Only Rhythmic Dead Beats
Terminal Cardiac Ridden With Disease

Flatline...no Tears To Cry
The Hard Line...stone Cold Emotionless Flatline

No Time To Cry
Stone Cold Emotional Flatline

[lead]

Emotional Flatline
No Time To Cry
No Tears To Cry

3. Ever Increasing Circles

[music: Steer/regadas]
[lyrics: Walker]

Round And Round We Go,
Like A Merry-go-round Out Of Control
The Same Old Tune, Same Old Song
Again, Again, And Again

Round And Round We Go,
When Will It Stop, Nobody Knows
The Same Old Chords, The Same Old Words
It All Sounds Familiar, All Starts To Sound The Same

Turn On, Tune In, Drop Out,
Out Of Tune, Dropped In, Turned Off
Who Calls The Tune?

Round And Round We Go,
Ever Get The Feeling You've Heard This Before?
Same Old Melody, Rejuvenated,
Recycled Again And Again

Round And Round, We Go,
Never Able To Stem The Flow
Same Old Notes, Going Round In Cycles
Over And Over Again, And Over Again...

Turn On, Tune In, Drop Out,
Out Of Tune, Dropped In, Turned Off
Who Calls The Tune?

Who Plays The Fool?
As The Circles Ever Increase

[leads]

Round And Round We Go,
Like A Merry-go-round Out Of Control
The Same Old Tune, The Same Old Song,
Again, Again, And Again

Round And Round We Go,
Ever Get The Feeling You've Heard This Before?
Same Old Melody, Rejuvenated,
Recycled Again And Again, Again And Again...

Turn On, Tune In, Drop Out,
Out Of Tune, Dropped In, Turned Off

Turn On, Tune In, Drop Out,
Out Of Tune, Dropped In, Turned Off
Who Calls The Tune?
Who Plays The Fool?

Who Calls The Tune?
As The Circles Ever Increase

4. Blood-spattered Banner

[music: Steer]
[lyrics: Walker]

Your Blood Flies In The Wind,
It's Old And Worn And Has No Glory
Hand On Heart Allegiance Pledged

Patriot, Hatred Instilled
Ignorant, White Trash Stand Proud
With Bigotry Endowed

These Colours Don't Run
These Colours Well Worn
These Colours Don't Run
But Put To The Torch They'll Sure As Hell...

Burn Like Your Passion,
The Passion Of The Damned
Can You Still Hear Dixie?

Ignorance Is Your Strength
A Raped Stolen Land Stands So Proud
Can You Still Hear Dixie Scream Out Loud?

These Colours Don't Run
These Colours Are Well Worn
These Colours Don't Run
But Put To The Torch They'll Sure As Hell...

Burn...
Burn...
Burn...
Burn...

Your Blood Flies In The Wind
Aged, Ragged It's A Sorry Story,
Blood-spattered Banner Unfurled

A Nation, Hatred Instilled,
With Slavery Stained,
Your Dream Of Shame

These Colours Don't Run
These Colours Are Well Worn
These Colours Don't Run
But Put To The Torch They'll Sure As Hell....

These Colours Don't Run
These Colours Are Well Worn
Your Colours Don't Run
But Put To The Torch - I'll Tread On You !!!

[leads]

These Colours Don't Run
These Colours Are Well Worn
These Colours Don't Run
But Put To The Torch They'll Sure As Hell...

Burn...
Burn...
Burn...
Burn...

Want To See Your Flag Up In Flames

Burn...
Burn...
Burn...
Burn...

I'll Tread On You.

5. I Told You So (corporate Rock Really Does Suck)

[music: Steer]
[lyrics: Walker]

Please Tell Me How To Think
Please Tell Me What To Say
Please Tell Me What To Do
Please Tell Me How I Should Behave

Please Tell Me What To Sing
Please Tell Me What To Play
Please Tell Me How To Act
Please Tell Me The Rules Of Your Game

Please Tell Me Who I Should Be
Please Tell Me What To Do
Please Tell Me How To Please
I Really Want To Be Like You

Really Done It Now, Sold Out
But To Who, What, When, Where And How,
Yeah, Really Done It Now, Sold Out,
I've Taken My Cut
And Corporate Rock Really Sucks

Don't Try And Tell Me How To Think
Don't Tell Me What To Say
Don't Tell Me What To Do
Don't Try And Tell Me How To Behave

Don't Tell Me How To Sing
Don't Tell Me How I Should Play
Don't Tell Me How To Act
I Don't Want To Play To Your Game

Don't Tell Me Who I Should Be
Don't Tell Me What To Do
Its Myself I'm Trying To Please,
Don't Anyone, Least Of All, You.

Really Done It Now, Sold Out
But To Who, What, When, Where And How
Yeah, Really Done It Now, Sold Out
I've Taken My Cut

[lead]

Yeah, Really Done It Now, Sold Out
But To Who, What, When, Where And How,
Yeah, Really Done It Now, Sold Out
I've Taken My Cut

Yeah, Really Done It Now, Sold Out,
But To Who, What, When, Where And How,
Yeah, Really Done It Now, Sold Out
I've Taken My Cut
And Corporate Rock Really Does Suck

6. Buried Dreams

Welcome, To A World Of Hate
A Life Of Buried Dreams
Smothered, By The Soils Of Fate
Welcome, To A World Of Pain
Bitterness Your Only Wealth
The Sand Of Time Kicked In Your Face
-rubbed In Your Face

When Aspirations Are Squashed
When Life's Chances Are Lost
When All Hope Is Gone
When Expectations Are Quashed
When Self Esteem Is Lost
When Ambition Is Mourned
...all You Need Is Hate

In Futility, For Self Preservation
We All Need Someone
-someone To Hate

[1st Lead - Steer]
[2nd Lead - Amott]

7. No Love Lost

Sensual Awakening
Numbing Feeling's Dead
Conception's Romanticised
Synthesized Broken Heart's To Bled

Without Emotion You Heartstring's Played
Strummed And Severed To The Tune Of A Tragic Serenade
[a Tragic Chorus]
Without Emotion, Your Heartstrings Break
Snapped And Severed To The Tune Of A Tragic, Sad Cliche

No Love Lost
When All Is Said And Done
There's No Love Lost

The Low Cost Of Loving
Amorous Travesty
Human Frailties And Weakness Are Easy Prey
How Your Poor Heart Will Bleed

[1st Lead - Amott]
[2nd Lead - Steer]

8. Rot 'n' Roll

[music: Steer]
[lyrics: Walker]

Can You Smell The Rot?
As Opportunity Knocks.
The Foul Stench Of Success.

This Carcass In Decay,
Well Past It's Sell-by Date.
This Time The Fall Comes Before The Pride.

The Chameleon's Changed Its Shade,
But The Same Old Song, To The Same Old Tune Is Played.
Falling To The Bait,
But The Song Still Sounds The Same.
Let's Rot ...c'mon, Rot!

This Carcass In Decay,
Tell Me, Can You Smell The Rot?

[lead - Steer]

The Chameleon's Changed Its Shade,
But The Same Old Song, To The Same Old Tune Is Played.
Kill Me, It's Unbrave
But The Song Remains The Same.
Let's Rot, Let's Rot ...c'mon, Rot!

Commiserations Or Celebrations Of A Rejuvenation?
Commiserations Or Celebrations Of A Rejuvenation?

9. Edge Of Darkness (radio 1 Version)

[music: Steer]
[lyrics: Walker]

A Rising, Bleak Dawn
A Blackened Sunset,
On The Human Condition
A Boot Perpetually Treads.

Illumination Snuffed
A Long Shadow Cast
Time Is A Mirror
Condemning To Repeat The Past

Endtime
The Realms Of A Setting Sun
Twilight
A New Age Has Begun
Decline
Decension To A New Dark Age
End Time
An Old World Not Quite So Brave

Right On The Edge,
Of A New Dark Age,
Right On The Edge,

...on The Edge Of Darkness

A Fading Dusk
Empty, Blanketing Shade
A Dying Sun
Only Darkness Radiates

An Aeon Ends,
A Millenium Overturned,
Time Lies In Embers,
As Barren Horizons Burn
End Time
The Realms Of A Setting Sun
Twilight
A New Age Has Begun
Decline
Decension To A New Dark Age
End Time
An Old World Not Quite So Brave

Right On The Edge,
Of A New Dark Age,
Right On The Edge,

...on The Edge Of Darkness

[leads]

Endtime
The Realms Of A Setting Sun
Twilight
A New Age Has Begun
Decline
Decension To A New Dark Age
End Time
An Old World Not Quite So Brave

Back On The Edge,
Of A New Dark Age,
Back On The Edge...

[lead]

Back On The Edge,
Of A New Dark Age,
Right On The Edge.

10. This Is Your Life

[music: Steer]
Lyrics: Walker]

The Spirit Distilled, The Soul Is Bought.
The D.n.a. Split, The Virus Is Caught.
The Germination Of Reproduction,
Complex Patterns Of Genetic Devolution.
The Die Is Cast.

Birth, Copulation, And Death.
Is This Your Life?
Birth, Copulation, And Death.
Is This The Meaning Of Life?

Is This The Genesis Of Devolution?
The Die Is Cast.

Birth, Copulation, And Death.
Is This Your Life?
Birth, Copulation, And Death.
Is This The Meaning Of Life?

[lead - Steer]

Birth, Copulation, And Death.
Is This Your Life?
Birth, Copulation, And Death.
Is This The Meaning...

Birth, Copulation, And Death.
Is This Your Life?
Birth, Copulation, And Death.

11. Tools Of The Trade

Steel Skin Clips,
Forceps, Grooved Awl, Retractors, Needles
Gouges And Saws,
Intestinal Clamps, Blunt Dissectors,
Scalpels, Pins, Toothed Directors.

Tools Of The Trade, Forceps And Blades
Skillfully Lathed, For Us To Maim.

Bone Levers, Spikes, Malleable Scoops,
Plates And Chisels, Screws And Spoons,
Drills, Respatories, Files And Durettes,
Guillotines, Gags And Compression Forceps.

Tools Of The Trade, Ripping The Rib-cage,
To Remissly Lustrate, So Pleased To Maim.

[lead: Maim To Please By W.g Steer]
[lead: Up To The Hilt By M. Amott]

Retractors, Mallets, Rugines And Benders,
Chisels, Rods, Sharps And Catheters,
Trephines, Undines, Irons And Styrups,
Depressors, Tongues, Sterile Catgut.

Tools Of The Trade, Stainless Steel Blades,
Painstakingly Lathed, We're So Pleased To Maim.

12. Pyosisified (still Rotten To The Gore)

The Lingering Scirrhus Begins To Harden
As The Insides Fall Prey To Putrefaction
Rotting Tissue Turns To Mush And Pulp
As Your Mind Is Torn By Encephalitis

Your Cavities Rot With Ulcers
Your Infected Inflammations Torn
Your Gizzards Eaten By Incursive Decay
You're Infernally Rotten To The Gore...

Juices Digested From Each Pus-swollen Pore
Insatiable Hunger As I Feast On The Gore
Nothing Gives Me Greater Pleasure
Than A Bowlful Of Chyme
Maggot Infested Kidneys
Are What I Choose Every Time

The Smell Of Plaguing Infection
Is Nauseatingly Emetic
Prolonged Spumescence Of Stale Pus
Stinks Like Hot, Purtid Vomit

Your Body Is Indurate
The Insides Are Black As Tar
Your Innards Gnawed By Septic Hate
Now A Mass Of Empyaema

Your Blood Is Caked
Dried And Inconsistent
Your Bloody Rotten Gore
Is Now Vitrescent

13. Hepatic Tissue Fermentation Ii

Orally Force Fed, Until Cirmosis Is Induced,
Fatal Renal Failure, Bleeds Like A Sluice,
Spewing Blood As The Gallbladder Extrudes,
Alcoholic Poisoning, Bloated Lobules Burst,
Toxins Flood The Stomach, In Diffluence Submerged.
Coughting Waste As The Wrecked Colon Tears.

The Blood Now Critically Proof, Neural Cells Fatally Quenched,
Drowning In Spilt Retention, Hepatic Tissue Ferments.

Poisoned Retention, With Intoxication,
Inflamed Nephrons Burst, Your Condition's Getting Worse,
Chronically Diffused, Your Liver You Will Lose.

Bodily Distillation, As Emerged Flesh Reacts,
With Alcoholic Contents, In Your Urinally Tract.
Dripping Fluid As The Decrepit Appendix Weeps.
Matter Turns To Fluid, Intoxicating Ablution,
Bilary Dehydration, Innards To Solution.
Bleeding Urine As The Inflamed Bladder Rips.

The Blood Now Critically Proof, Neural Cells Fatally Quenched,
Drowning In Spilt Retention, Hepatic Tissue Ferments.

Contamination, Foul Circulation.
Alcohol Force Fed, Goes Straight To Your Head,
Brain Tissue Damaged, Fused With Alcohol Sewage.
In A Stupor You Die, Your Brain Lobes You Fry.

14. Genital Grinder Ii

15. Hepatic Tissue Fermentation

16. Exhume To Consume

Grimly I Dig Up The Turfs
To Remove The Corrupted Stiffs
Trying To Contain My Excitement
As I Desecrate Graveolent Crypts...
Fingers Claw At Coffin Lids
Eager Festal Exhumation
Hugging Your Wry, Festered Remains
With Post-humous Joy And Elation...
Body Snatched, Freshly Interred
Whatever Takes My Fancy
To Satisfy My Gratuitous Pica
My Culinary Necromancy...
Scrutinised Then Brutalised
My Forensic Inquisition Is Fulfiled
My Recipe Is Now Your Epitaph
Be It Fried, Boiled Or Grilled...

I Devour The Pediculous Corpse
Whetting My Palate As I Exhume
The Festering Stench Of Rotting Flesh
Makes Me Drool As I Consume...

Caskets I Grate
My Larder's A Grave
I'm Sickly Obsessed (with The Badly Decomposed)
Rotten Remains I Eat
Purulent Meat
What A Funeral Feast (putrid Reek)

Weeping Tissue Is Stripped
Pus Dribbles From My Lips
Pulverising This Pustular Chaff
Butchering Up Morgue's Makes Me Laugh...

Ulcerated Flesh I Munch
Rotting Corpses Are My Lunch
On Bones I Love To Crunch (on The Badly Decomposed)
Shrivelled Innards I Lick
The Corpse's Head I Kick
Crumbling Shreds I Pick (eat The Stiffs)
[solo: Morbid Melody For The Deceased With Salt To Taste]

Rancid Flesh, Slaughter The Dead
- Caskets Exhumed...
Corpses Disinterred, Graves Disturbed
- To Consume...

Bereaved Relatives Are Not Amused
As On Their Dear Departed I Feverishly Consume...

Slavering Worms, Decomposure Burns
Corrosion Born, As Bacteria Gnaw

Desecrate...
Precipitate....(from The Muddy Grave)
Macerate...
Eviscerate...

Caskets I Grate
My Larder's A Grave
I'm Sickly Obsessed (with The Badly Decomposed)
Rotten Remains I Eat
Purulent Meat
What A Funeral Feast (putrid Reek)

Saponified Fats, Nibbled By Rats
- Freshly Exhumed...
Deep Down Six Feet Is Where I Like To Eat
- Human Flesh To Consume...


Wake Up And Smell The... Carcass 1996 Earache Records
Swansong 1995 Earache Records
Heartwork Ep 1994 Earache Records
Heartwork 1993 Earache Records
Tools Of The Trade 1992 Earache Records
Necroticism - Descanting The Insalubrious 1991 Earache Records
Symphonies Of Sickness 1989 Earache Records
Reek Of Putrefaction 1988 Earache Records

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