Hypogastric Combustion By C-4 Plastique Lyrics

We have our ways to make you die
Your request for a pleasant death has been denied1,000 degrees
disintegration above the kneesC-4 plastique strapped to your chest
Detonation is imminent - a loud, unsightly death
Jammed in your rectum
Duct-taped to your genitals
Detonation is imminent
Flesh is flammableWithin the blackened soil of a human heart
Awaits the bastard to be blown apart?
Unstable explosives lodged between your teeth
A pharangeal depth charge - dissolve what lies beneath
Level zero trauma - deceased on impact
Volatile incendiary turns crimson insides blackObliterate all plexus
Packed hypogastrium
With plastique and dynamite
Appendages take flightDetonate. Volatile. Discharge
Epicenter. Relocate. Renovate.
All systems destroyed. Annihilate

Phrenic, hepatic, renal, spermaticA bursting collage o f human anatomy
The structure dissolves in goreified calamityJammed in your rectum
Duct-taped to your genitals
Detonation is imminent
All flesh is flammableHypogastric combustion - airborne pieces spread
Umbilical prolapse - fragments - a crimson shade of red