Paroles de Hypogastric Combustion By C-4 Plastique

We have our ways to make you die Your request for a pleasant death has been denied 1,000 degrees Disintegration above the knees C-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 flammable Within the blackened soil of a human heart, awaits the bastard to be blown apart Unstable explosives lodged between your teeth A pharyngeal depth charge - dissolve what lies beneath Level zero trauma - deceased on impact Volatile incendiary turns crimson insides black Obliterate all plexus Packed hypogastria with plastique and dynamite Appendages take flight Detonate. Volatile. Discharge. Epicenter. Relocate. Renovate. All systems destroyed. Annihilate. Phrenic, hepatic, renal, spermatic. A bursting collage of human anatomy The structure dissolves in goreified calamity Jammed in your rectum Duct-taped to your genitals Detonation is imminent All flesh is flammable Hypogastric combustion Airborne pieces spread Umbilical prolapse Fragments - a crimson shade of red