Siphoning the intelligence from my victims
By devouring their cerebral pieces
In a native fashion, I ingest the dead
Feeling their knowledge flow through me
Overload of information, I become whole
Cannibalizing the malfeasance and glory
Growing wiser, I gorge myself on mind meat
Controlling the weak, such a fucking sweet treat
Dipping brain matter in acid, to soften the chew
Inhaling the knowledge from a select few
Inhaling the knowledge from a select few
Mental nirvana reached, ten percent capacity breached
Unlocking my true potential through violence
Trying not to heave the excess, I obsess
My eyes start to bleed, as I choke on the yoke
Profusely vomiting into a bucket
Now I have a drink to wash it down
It’s acidic mental matter, oh well, fuck it
Binge drink the cerebral cocktail
Chugging my victim’s knowledge
Imminent adaptation acquired
Unstoppable, and unfathomable
I have the power of deceit
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if this album is anything, its incredibly well rounded.
choosing to step off the gas a little bit in favor of a notably more polished sound.
I dont dig it as much as psycho, but I'd be a liar if I said this is isn't a radical improvement in quality. MyNameIsRedundant
supported by 49 fans who also own “Global Exophagiacal Amalgamation”
Anything Wilson touches is pure gold. This album along with Virginity Fraud's album are two of my top Slam albums ever written. Constant listen for me! \m/ Son Of Slam