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Always at Death's Door

from The Mutilation Process by GLUTTON FOR PUNISHMENT

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Always on Deaths Door


We are inert from birth to dirt
Decomposing and wasting away
Expendable worth

At the threshold of hope awaits a ravenous portal
Haunting visions of a blood-drenched scythe
Born into beds of death with abortive destinys
and an ever fading light

I hear the dirge archangels sing
Echoes as old as time
The sound of deaths bellow so fucking deafening
Ruination by the scythe

Slowly we're rotting away
Decaying while dreaming awake
Enslaved from the womb to the grave
Nothing remains at death's door

Rotting desolation
Drowning in sick putrefaction
Our destiny, so bleak
Repent regrets to offer
Sacrifice to the only gods
Puppeteered by the lords of death
Whats left will decompose

We are inert from birth to dirt
Existing as idle remains
Such futile attempts at rebirth
Enslaved from the womb to the grave
Suffering in vain at death's door

Hand of bone gripping scythe
As we're born we die
Veins run cold, blood to ice
Motivation
Lurking one, father night
Fading with the light

Patient, irreverent, death looms and it waits for none
Faithless, emotionless, gluttonous, it will come for all

At the threshold of hope awaits a ravenous portal
Consuming voraciously all life
Born into beds of death
With abortive destinys
And an ever fading light

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from The Mutilation Process, released October 27, 2018
Lyrics: Towne/Carlson
Music: Carlson

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