The Four Seasons In Misery

by The Nihilistic Front

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My soul swims in a sea of blood. Addicted to violence and death. Razors dragging through my pallid flesh, cutting out the worms that crawl in and out of my skin. A numb sense of pain to awaken the dark side of myself. Loading up the syringe and shooting up caustic soda, burning sensation fills my body to ignite my rage. Killing, they had to die, the weak flesh that inhabit this sewer that is called a planet. Madness that is cocooned in self hatred. Pull the trigger as bile explodes out of my mouth. Caught between heaven and hell, chloroform soaked dreams Living a total nightmare, blood soaked torture chamber Heaven is watching a life slip into the abyss of death Hell is hearing the tormented souls cry for revenge I am programmed to take your life Yield your life, slow demise, chaos is my creation Fallen bodies left behind, soul collecting with each death The four seasons of misery Torturing myself I can’t go on Even in my death depression lasts My soul is poisoned with this disease Orgasm and death are the same to an insane mind Recalling all of my activities so I must be sane I am programmed to take your life Yield your soul, slow demise Mass destruction, de-population My hate will die when nothing remains I am programmed to take your life Yield your soul, slow demise In the midst of human filth, Ravenous, I rearrange the parts Altars of dead human flesh, trophies for my god-like shrine Sickened by my depravity, yet drawn like a moth to a flame The rage inside of me was far beyond control Eyes bloodshot from strangulation, stab wounds too deep to heal The body is clay to sculpture methods for my cruelty Die like the rest !!! Post mortem injuries, internal organs damaged beyond repair Die like the rest, Die !!!!! Vivid and bloodsoaked are my nightmares. Post killing depression, Need to murder is prescribed The four seasons of misery Torturing myself I can’t go on Even in my death depression lasts My soul is poisoned with this disease
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Falling down into this abyss called life This darkness I must submit to massacre mortal lives Smashing through my “moral compass”, remissive of penance Dark forces now fill my soul, haunting me in my dreams Masochistic, torture self, inflicting pain on others Cauterising sanity, madness flows through my veins Falling down into this abyss called life This darkness I must submit to massacre human lives Sometimes I think to myself what it would be like to take another humans life, to feel a persons fear before they die. I am now a god as I can take life at will, bodies and souls are at my disposal. Each life that I now take leads onto a new perversion, a craving that I will never satisfy. An abomination upon mankind they suffer gracefully, I cannot turn back. You are now below me another sheep that will feel my knife. They are like cattle, fodder for my depraved lust. I will exploit you in death tortured skinned and drained of your blood. Even in death you stare at me with pleading eyes from your decapitated head that adorns my wall. You are another cancer that has been removed. I see tumours that grow all around me. There will be more to come. Falling down into this abyss called life This darkness I must submit to massacre mortal lives In this lightless void that is called life Dwells an existence that is the human race Parasitic life force sucking like a leach Discarding all in its path, even its own kind I abhor man Hatred, all I feel for my own kind Wishing hell upon us all, I want us all to die Every perversion fulfilled there are no more barriers to cross Trails of broken bodies lead you to my domain Trophy collection from each death, dreams of hope destroyed At war with man and the enemy within myself I abhor man Consume flesh heaving souls, What I take is part of me Stamping out physical form, Purging crimson showered in blood Stab your flesh, slaughtered dead, I find peace through your murder Trophies from your suffering caustic thoughts still fill my head The Ugly Caustic Thoughts

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All Music by The Nihilistic Front
All Lyrics by Chris

Recorded October/November 2006
Mixed/Mastered December 2006

Chris: Vocals, Drums
Gaz: Guitar, Bass, Machine

Physical copy available from www.nihilisticfront.com

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released February 1, 2007

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