Your brain - the wasteland of decay
The punishment for being gay
Asshole collapses with creak
No chance to choke a dick
While balls are going to crack
Your penis starts to errupt

ninefold woes upon you, cats,
your life is over, nobody scats,
for you will be killed and forsaken
for the jtank's hunger will soon awaken,

chorus:
the jtank's hunger, the need to devour,
oh cats, here comes your final hour,
pitiful catkind, which we will not mourn,
your flesh will be ripped and torn.


jtank will soon eat your guts and eyes
the time has come, prepare to die,
you are his prey, hear the jtank's growl,
it's time to slay, the feast starts now.

sorrowfilled existence, internet's decadence
the connection is denied, ISP I will raid
my eyes full of hate, they will all meet their fate
for their fucking wicked sin, I will now flay their skin
because my 'net is gone, they will have mangled bones


into chunks, they will turn
their organs, they will burn
they will land in an urn

Wounds spilled gore
As the flesh tore
Pus reached the surface
The rot's embrace
Effervescing innards pour out
That's painful procces, no doubt

Chorus.
Suffer more!
Show me gore!
Scream in pain!
Go insane!

Wasteland's what's left of your brain
Mind mangled, overwhelmed by pain
Yet somehow maintaining breath
You wish for death (not yet!)
However you won't be dead
Unless my sick hunger's fed

Chorus

Psychosis is getting stronger
I expected you to last longer
Remains of personality are gone
The mental collapse is done
As you are squirming and wailing
It is getting more entertaining

Chorus

Necrosis has found its prey
Your body, victim of decay
Decomposion reaches a peak
Now smell the delicious reek
Alive, but left in a state
where pain and torment is great

Chorus

Your guts are now corrupt
Contagious abscesses erupt
Melted viscera gush
Flow all over your septic rash
Then suddenly your heart goes down
Now your body will be precisely sawn

I've always wanted to become a pathologist. Since childhood I’ve been obsessed with thought of working in a morgue. It isn't a symptom of madness. I'm just deeply interested in human body's processes. Anyway, my dream was to come true soon.
The first day of work came fast. My boss, 56-year-old, greedy pathologist, told me that as for so good student, awarded with some many prizes throught studies, I can start my first section even today. While standing next to the table with young girl’s corpse on it, I was terrified for a moment, but soon that feeling disappeard and I started to cut. Just when I was sawing through her chest, I realised something’s wrong. I could swear she moved a little bit, but as long as I was watching her, not a single twitch ran through her body. Suddenly, she vomited a gallon of blood on my new uniform. I was petrified with fear and emetic stench.
Her body temperature was low and she was all pale, so she must've been dead. But she was squirming on the autopsy table. She was dead. But not dead enough. All out of sudden, my left hand exploded with pain. That woke me up. When I looked down, I saw that she’s bitting me so I grabbed my saw from the table and ripped her head in few brutal hits.
Barely standing on my feet, I entered boss’s room to tell him what just happened.
I came too late, he was lying on the floor in puddle of blood with his head crashed and face eaten out.

Everything was prepared perfectly. Steaming supper on the festively decorated table was passing the delicious aroma all over the house. Guests were expected to arrive in few minutes. Dolores was satisfied with the work that she’s done to prepare the party. After short while, everyone was there: her husband Tom, sons Marc and Luis, sister Doris and the couple of closest friends.
The atmosphere was magnificent, all of the guests were surprised with how meal is delicious; it was the main topic of the table chats. Few hours later, thanks to the great amounts of drunk wine, they were all dancing around the table in the rhythms of local radio station. ,,Where are mine sunshines ?”-suddenly asked Dolores about her sons. Marc and Luis weren’t in the living room, bedroom, bathroom and kitchen either. ,,Calm down”-Tom said. ,,They’re big boys, both in their middle-twenties. Maybe they just jumped out to the some club or something?”. -,,Without saying the word?”-angrily shouted Doris-,, That’s not possible!” Unexpectedly, something crushed out the window and fell on the carpet. That was Marc’s head, ripped out of his body, splattered with blood. Few seconds after, Luis’s head flew through the same window and hit his mother in the chest. As the cloak was striking midnight there was a loud whisper in the door: ,,Let me in!”. The Reaper was coming the finish all of them.
They rushed out through the window. That was the trap. Another psycho was standing there with a bomb attached to his belt. He pushed the button on his chest and everything disappeared in sudden explosion.

The house of my dreams (and your nightmares) would be located in the middle of eternally cursed abyssal wasteland. If you go there, you never comeback.
It would be large castle made of wood and stone with a blood-filled moat and wolf pits all around it. There would be no garden, just a graveyard with plenty of archaic, slippery tombs. Driveway which leads to the fortress would be covered with human skulls and flesh. Even before you enter it you would hear the yell of damned, trapped inside the catacombs.
The front doors open into a spacious lounge which contains exposure of decaying human corpses hanged on the walls. Downstairs there’s a dark kitchen with a large wooden table and an oven where cookies made of cat’s intestines are baked. It's worth mentioning that cats are first shredded there, so walls are splattered with blood. Next to the kitchen is bathroom; the only unusual thing there is the black bath made of lead and titanium. Behind the standing, old clock are hidden doors to the catacombs, where all of the foes are kept. Upstairs you can see ancient, double-leafed doors leading to the living room and four bedrooms. Living room is the place of relax; you can find there many torture machines. All of the bedrooms look almost the same: antique four-poster bed near the left wall and big mirror hanged on the right one.
My dreams will soon come true and I hope that then you will find a moment to visit my mysterious Palace of Pain.

Noxious, reeking and stale
Hidden beneath deceitful veil
Dish that is devious and vile
Composed of blood, pus and bile

Waffles invoking flow of spew
Making the worst nightmares true
Malignancy beyond human's mind
World's worst disguist defined

Waffles entering digestion phase
Setting your stomach ablaze
Carelessly eaten, a single bite
Which will now fill you with fright

Your intestines melt and boil
Your abdomen turns into broil
You're victim of corruptive food...
Which doesn't even taste good