Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Symposium of Sickness , by - Carcass. Release date: 21.04.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Symposium of Sickness |
| «That's why I find it so amusing that the latter-day saints of our business… |
| one, attribute to me motives that just weren’t there, and two, accuse me of |
| corrupting morality, which I wish I had the power to do.» |
| «Prepare to die.» |
| An encloaking, dark epoch |
| In which all life is now appraised |
| Another valueless commodity |
| On which the paracious may feebly graze |
| Indebted homage to their mammon |
| Whilst the mort is the music of the meek |
| Transcendence from a beatifully brutal reality |
| Is what I seek |
| Noxious, sully dolour |
| Is not the sentiment upon which we feed |
| But precocious consciousness |
| Draws out a morbid nous to bleed |
| Chiselling out seething words |
| Which cut deep down to the bone |
| Always legible |
| So be it on our own headstone |
| Rising to out own nadir |
| Reality we try to extirpate |
| Trying to raise a twisted smile |
| Similar to that silver plate |
| On a coffin which is joined |
| Hammering in each final nail |
| Last kill and testament |
| Left now intestate |
| Noxious, sully dolour |
| Is not the thesis which is bled |
| A precarious train of thought |
| In which mental cattle-trucks are led |
| Carving out skilful words |
| Which shear brittle bones |
| Always spelt out well |
| We just can’t leave the dead alone |
| Monographic text |
| A terminal doctrine of diseased minds perplexed |
| Enunciated epigrams |
| Eschatological, rotten requiems |
| Always our own worst cynics |
| Exorcisers of scorching scorn |
| Digging our own graves |
| But never stand over and mourn |
| The roulade now pandemonium |
| Displaced in the muggy sods |
| Espoused with the macabre |
| The dead we filch and rob |
| Munificant bale |
| From the deviants staid |
| Execrations — taunting spiritual release |
| Exoneration — upon the perishable we feast |
| Excogitation — picking at the bones of convention |
| Exculpitation — foul verbal conflagration |
| Epigraphic text, a literary vex |
| The macabre perplexed, with corporeality meshed |
| Euthenic text |
| An unpleasant journey, to a world perplexed |
| Corporeal epigraphs |
| Eschatological unpleasantness |
| Always forever cryptic |
| Exercisers of twisted grief |
| Helping you to dig up the interred |
| Whilst fresh still are the wreaths |
| The harmony now pandemonium |
| Heard out in the muddy dirt |
| Espoused with the bizzare |
| We play on our own turf |
| Epithetic text |
| A macabre rality perplexed |
| Execrations — literary tales of atrocities fairy |
| Exoneration — harsh, cold bloody marys |
| Excogitation — a narcissistic eutechnique |
| Exculpitation — perverse artworks, so unique |
| Monographic text, a literary vex |
| The macabre perplexed, with reality meshed |