Rotted teeth, heinous medical experiments without anesthetic, inside-the-mind-of-a-pedophile hardcore. The lyrics read like Cannibal Corpse (think along the lines of “Edible Autopsy”), and they squish in all possible body fluids for lube, ultimate ick, and deformation. Explores mental, physical, and societal illnesses, all from a first person perspective. It’s sorta like zombie-shuffling into a filthy, disease-ridden supermarket filled with randomly exploding body parts.
–todd (Stress Domain)