Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song All Tomorrow's Funerals , by - Autopsy. Song from the album All Tomorrow's Funerals, in the genre Release date: 19.02.2012
Record label: Peaceville
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song All Tomorrow's Funerals , by - Autopsy. Song from the album All Tomorrow's Funerals, in the genre All Tomorrow's Funerals |
| You’re dying inside |
| Every heartbeat closer to the last |
| Immortality a fallacy |
| A perverted pipe dream of the past |
| The tomb, it needs it’s hunger |
| An unforgiving force |
| Your blown mind reels in torture |
| True doom locked on its course |
| Your blood it flows in torment |
| A testament to weakness |
| Your deathday clock is ticking |
| You’ll surrender to your creatures |
| Your graveyard eyes unseeing |
| Your mind drowns in the crypt |
| Construction of the perfect beast |
| Your senses have been stripped |
| Look over your shoulder |
| Damnation’s waiting there |
| Your run slows to a crawl |
| The casket calls to your despair |
| Abyssmal hopelessness — Down on bloody knees |
| There’s madness in your soul — A swarming of disease |
| Cemetery visions |
| Eyes peeled red and open |
| Curled up in a coffin |
| Mind and soul are broken |
| Merging with the void while encloaked by total doom |
| Feel the reaper’s breath as you slip inside the tomb |
| Wake up dead and mourning with a knife tight in your fist |
| Thank the blood red skies |
| For with death you have been kissed… |
| My corpse shall rise! |
| In the cemetery now you have arrived |
| To finally see my flesh from which you stole the life |
| Though you never were discovered, you’re still free |
| I’ve got a curse on you, I’ve haunted all your dreams |
| You can’t believe I’m gone |
| You must be sure, it must be real |
| Panic stricken, to the grave |
| The truth must be revealed |
| With shaking hands and sickening thoughts |
| You find my resting place |
| With pounding heart and bloodshot eyes |
| The shovel desecrates |
| The time has come to face reality |
| And visit death |
| To see my corpse and stop the dreams |
| To see it knows no breath |
| At your feet, uncovered is the box |
| You’re almost paralysed with fear |
| Feel the bile creep up your throat |
| Lift the lid and know I’m here |
| I lie here rotting, maggots burrowing, feeding, swarming |
| You can’t hold back the nausea |
| Help won’t find you |
| Stomach twisting, violent retching, defiled by vomit |
| Now my vengeful corpse begins to rise |
| I’ve been waiting here for you |
| Now it’s time to see you die |
| I’ve got seven skulls |
| One is staring back at me |
| Atop the rotting stairs |
| Is where my family waits for me |
| At night I go to see them |
| (No, I am not insane…) |
| Unlock the door forbidden |
| That only knows my name |
| This room is filled with knowledge |
| Of nightmares, dreams and fears |
| They all flow through my mind |
| The real world disappears |
| I’ve got seven skulls |
| Seven boxes in a row |
| Seven spirits free |
| I’ll join them soon, they call to me |
| One night they made me do it |
| I woke at four A. M |
| I felt their desperate pleading |
| Their prisons tortured them |
| They wanted to be free |
| They said I was the one |
| My brain was filled with voices |
| As I picked up my gun |
| All human life is engulfed in dead flesh |
| Mindless corpses with worms in their head |
| Up from the grave the nightmare has begun |
| A woman screams as the dead eat her son |
| Doomsday is here, the dead walk among us |
| The people are dying to rise up again |
| The crypts breathe new life |
| As the inhabitants emerge |
| Creating a hell beyond comprehension |
| Ripping and shredding the flesh of the living |
| Corpses are walking to prey on the live blood |
| Decapitation of women and children |
| Flesh eating zombies devour their guts |
| Feasting on flesh and bathing in blood |
| Where there was life, now there is none |
| Maggots burrowing deep inside |
| The dead take over, human genocide |
| Desert screams on plains of doom |
| Your mind will snap beyond the dunes |
| A village ahead, the stench of disease |
| Nauseating wasteland, distorted dead trees |
| One eyed vultures feeding |
| On twisted malformed prey |
| Are these hallucinations |
| In this place of foul decay |
| An image in shadows, radiation diseased |
| A figure of sickness… No eyes, nose or teeth |
| You see it comes forward, you freeze up with fear |
| The horror’s upon you as others appear |
| An array of the nuclear deformed |
| Cursed with plague, with wounds they are adorned |
| A vision of hell, their food you will become |
| Cannibals beneath a sickened sun |
| Mental lapse, this nightmare can’t be real |
| Sanity cracked, your brain will not be healed |
| Your dried up scream makes not a sound |
| Their hunger is upon you now |
| Horrific limbs and faces twist |
| Your throat is slashed, cease to exist |
| Never managed to fit in |
| Too bizarre for fun or friends |
| Twisted mind, a sickening plan |
| Cemetery trips began |
| The casket was cracked and the body removed |
| The graveyard won’t miss it at all |
| Thrown in the trunk and brought back to the house |
| Obsessed with the morbid, the horror still calls |
| All alone before the dawn |
| Brought the shovel and flask along |
| Started digging feverishly |
| Fear turned into ecstasy |
| Had to get some company |
| For the first corpse, now there’s three |
| Two in bed, one in a chair |
| Watching with a vacant stare |
| More are taken for my needs |
| My own post-mortem family |
| Time has come to find a wife |
| To rot with her I’ll take my life |
| When my life is drained |
| I know I’ll be discovered |
| By someone with a brain like mine |
| To keep me and my lover |
| Midnight violence, the scene of the kill |
| A life slain to rest where the blood has been spilled |
| Discarded cadaver, no heartbeat is left |
| Teeming with maggots that feed on the flesh |
| The street is the graveyard, the dumpster the tomb |
| Forgotten and rotten beneath a red moon |
| A life once strong is worm food now |
| Conniving wretch has been cut down |
| Neck twisted sickly, eyes stare into space |
| A squirming mass erodes limbs and face |
| Feeding and eating, nauseating display |
| No coffin, no funeral, just life stripped away |
| A portrait of putrefaction, life beyond the grave |
| A coward soiled and bloated with maggots in his face |
| Discarded cadaver, no heartbeat is left |
| Teeming with maggots that feed on the flesh |
| The street is the graveyard, the dumpster the tomb |
| Forgotten and rotten beneath a red moon |
| Blackness |
| Despair |
| In which your soul resides |
| Pain |
| Anguish |
| From which you cannot hide |
| Death |
| Maggots |
| Devour your rotting flesh |
| Compelling thirst |
| Crimson lust |
| The need to drain you dry |
| My lips pressed to your laceration |
| See death in my eyes |
| Thirsting |
| Drinking |
| Fading is your thinking |
| I fiend for your blood |
| I must have your blood |
| Roadkill, guts are spilled |
| A flattened form of death |
| A heavenly delight |
| Death is sweet |
| Scoop up the meat |
| Intact or mashed-it matters not |
| I bring home my new surprises |
| Open my door, the odour rises |
| One that makes me feel so good |
| I feel so fucking high |
| I smile at my pride and joy on my walls |
| My pets |
| Nailed up high and low |
| By the throat |
| Intestinal wreath |
| Rancid beef |
| My newest tacked up with the rest |
| I sit back and watch it rot |
| Breathe deep |
| Close my eyes |
| Fantasize that i am one of them |
| Squeal you worthless piece of fuck |
| Before i make you die |
| Maybe you will shit your pants |
| On your suffering i thrive |
| The thrill of the kill is a natural thing |
| But what makes me live is the fear i can bring |
| On your knees in a pool of piss |
| Pleading for your life |
| Tantalize my reeling senses |
| With your pathetic cries |
| Wimpering and begging like a dog |
| My ways are cruel |
| My cock is hard anticipating what’s to come |
| You’re trembling with fear |
| How fucking sad |
| You’re just another piece of shit |
| I can’t take your moaning anymore |
| Pressure building up inside |
| After i deliver the crushing blow |
| I climax in your eye |
| Laughing, drooling in your face |
| Grinning outcasts of our race |
| Tied from hands and feet and waist |
| You look up in fear |
| A horrid stench you do behold |
| The one of rot, mildew and mold |
| As a cretin grabs ahold |
| Of your testicles |
| Start to cry out, but you’re stopped |
| Your mouth is stifled with a cock |
| Which was removed from your own stocks |
| The laughter carries on |
| Bid your balls a sad farewell |
| As you curse them all to hell |
| Then you realize too well |
| Hell is where you are |
| Dismembered slowly, feet to head |
| Not soon enough you will be dead |
| Your purpose: keep these monsters fed |
| Violate your anus first |
| Fuck your eyes out, fluids burst |
| Lubricate my growing thirst |
| Drill a hole right through your skull |
| Your body’s laying dead and still |
| Pump your brain until it’s full |
| Soaking your mind with my seed |
| White meets grey, eyesockets bleed |
| My love dripping down your cheek… |
| I have been there again |
| My bare feet caked with mud |
| Stench of the grave rising from my aching groin |
| I have been to her again |
| I have been in her again!!! |
| I have experienced the foul pleasure |
| Brought onto me |
| I hate myself for it |
| But still i return |
| Once more i visit my place of lust |
| She is there |
| Just as i left her the time before |
| As i tear off my restricted clothes |
| In the dim light of the graveyard |
| My passion runs its course |
| «the ecstasy you bring is unsurpassed |
| Forever be my whore» |
| Knee deep in sewage |
| Maggots burrowing thru my face |
| Blinded by disease |
| Waiting for my living death to end |
| Slicing teeth |
| Infectious chewing at my skin |
| My blood is clotted with pus |
| The maddening shrill cries |
| Of rabid vermin never stop |
| I pick away |
| At my mouldering flesh |
| Insanity has left my mind |
| A tortured mess |
| Face chewed to bits |
| On my body they feast |
| Swimming in the rancid sewage |
| Spreading their disease |
| Lost in the white |
| Nothing in sight |
| Stumbling thru the snow and ice |
| Blinded by forces you can’t control |
| Just to stay alive your only goal |
| Caught within the grip of winter |
| Hyperboric nightmare reigns |
| A arctic hysteria sets in |
| Body goes numb as your brain |
| Legs go numb |
| Panic strikes |
| So you then light a fire |
| Put your legs in the flames |
| Hoping for a rush of pain |
| Flesh burns right to the core |
| Spits blood from every pore |
| Smell your skin peel away |
| For your life a small price to pay |
| Running in searing pain |
| Rational thoughts |
| Are quickly slain |
| Take in your last cold breath |
| As you fall to your backsnapping death |
| Name | Year |
|---|---|
| Twisted Mass of Burnt Decay | 2005 |
| Charred Remains | 2016 |
| Service for a Vacant Coffin | 2016 |
| In the Grip of Winter | 2005 |
| Disembowel | 2016 |
| Torn from the Womb | 2005 |
| Ridden with Disease | 2016 |
| Gasping for Air | 2016 |
| Severed Survival | 2016 |
| Slaughterday | 2005 |
| Pagan Saviour | 2016 |
| Robbing the Grave | 2005 |
| Impending Dread | 2016 |
| Embalmed | 2016 |
| Critical Madness | 2016 |
| Dark Crusade | 2005 |
| Hole in the Head | 2005 |
| Stillborn | 2016 |
| The Sick Get Sicker | 2018 |
| Mental Funeral | 2005 |