This lymphatic struggle must end
Indecent amount of solidified phlegm
Living like this would really be disgraceful
Maybe I should end this life distasteful
From the womb to the tomb
Constantly torn, can't wait to be mourned
This sack full of organs is a cursed mess
It's time to die and finally decompose, I guess
Organ failure is a daily pact
Vomiting chunks of lungs is a fact
I can feel the maggots crawling in
Eating the gangrene tissue decaying
(Solo: the maggots feast)
Black blood and rotten tissue I see
Morbidly changing bandages on the knee
From the womb to the tomb
Constantly torn, can't wait to be mourned
This sack full of organs is a cursed mess
It's time to die and finally decompose, I guess
Yellow for pus, produced in excess
The fetor is awful, I'll pass out, I guess
supported by 5 fans who also own “From the Womb to the Tomb”
The recording can barely handle the brutality the drummer is laying down and I fucking love it. Sounds wild. Great riffs to headbang to. Not stock, memorable stuff. I covered myself in ooze to fully immerse myself in this experience to leave the optimum comment. Mitch Mitcherson
supported by 5 fans who also own “From the Womb to the Tomb”
With death metal, grind, and crust in the title, you'd expect something unforgiving and absolutely caustic to listen to, and that's exactly what you'll get. Brett (Lascaille's Shroud / Soulmass)