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Pedigree Butchery Lyrics
In caustic butchery I parent my dominion
In the food chain I create the missing link
Cold temerity confects this splintered for age
Infantile corruption taken to the brink...
Making hash of the spumous crubescent
All natural compassion removed
The newly fully developed boiled as sprouted fodder
Martilinear murder - cordon bleu
As salubrious pet food
Human midden is consumed...
Not one to mince my words
But now I love to see those siblings churned
In tins they are reared
Ghastly I slake
Bestial appetites to sate
As flesh and steel I mate
To fill the lower species' plate...
Desparental, primparal goods oozing
The bawling, squabbling denied the suckling teat
Sentient bloodletting sprains the sporulate
Makes a choice chimerical treat...
Rheological, twisted nursery chymes
The fluxing of the defleshed
Paedophilosophical, carnage knowledge
As the illegitimeat to the domesticated is fed
So as you breed
They will bleed...
Contumely calorie count
Ebullient death toll mounts
- Higher and higher...
Despumation the midden, the desipient I segment
Pertaining vitality, their dispatch I cement
Served out for minion in their feeding trough...
In the food chain I create the missing link
Cold temerity confects this splintered for age
Infantile corruption taken to the brink...
All natural compassion removed
The newly fully developed boiled as sprouted fodder
Martilinear murder - cordon bleu
Human midden is consumed...
But now I love to see those siblings churned
In tins they are reared
Bestial appetites to sate
As flesh and steel I mate
To fill the lower species' plate...
The bawling, squabbling denied the suckling teat
Sentient bloodletting sprains the sporulate
Makes a choice chimerical treat...
The fluxing of the defleshed
Paedophilosophical, carnage knowledge
As the illegitimeat to the domesticated is fed
They will bleed...
Ebullient death toll mounts
- Higher and higher...
Pertaining vitality, their dispatch I cement
Served out for minion in their feeding trough...
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A wonderful little ditty about grinding up infants for dog food. Probably my favorite Carcass song, this one is paticularly inventive on Necroticism for its subtle acoustic and melodic touches... like those brief acoustic breaks near the beginning, as well as the odd melodic and acoustic-backed section right after Steer's solo. And also the acoustic outro. Very nicely done.
Turning dead infants into puppy chow, or a can of Alpo! hehe! Only Carcass could write about such depravity. This song kicks ass! It's beautiful, both musically and lyrically.