Mr.Big - To be with you

Mr.Big - To be with you

Hold on, little girl
Show me what he's done to you
Stand up, little girl
A broken heart can't be that bad
When it's through, it's through
Fate will twist the both of you
So come on, baby, come on over
Let me be the one to hold you

I'm the one who wants to be with you
Deep inside I hope you'll feel it too
Waited on a line of greens and blues
Just to be the next to be with you

Build up your confidence
So you can be on top for once
Wake up. Who cares about little boys
That talk too much?
I've seen it all go down
The game of love was all rained out
So come on, baby, come on over
Let me be the one to hold you

I'm the one who wants to be with you
Deep inside I hope you'll feel it too
Waited on a line of greens and blues
Just to be the next to be with you

Why be alone when we can be together, baby?
You can make my life worth while
I can make you start to smile

When it's through, it's through
And fate will twist the both of you
So come on, baby, come on over
Let me be the one to hold you


I'm the one who wants to be with you
Deep inside I hope you'll feel it too
Waited on a line of greens and blues
Just to be the next to be with you
I'm the one who wants to be with you
So come on, baby, come on over
Let me be the one to hold you

I'm the one who wants to be with you
Deep inside I hope you'll feel it too
Waited on a line of greens and blues
Just to be the next to be with you
I'm the one who wants to be with you
So come on, baby, come on over
Let me be the one to hold you

Necrophagist - Advanced Corpse Tumor

Advanced Corpse Tumor

To see the interior of a dark coffin
What is it like to be inside dead..?
Is there something I might perceive,
Or is it just infinity...?
Viley maggots swarm within stale pus,
Accelerating rate of putridity...
Thought patterns preserved in energetic form
Or is it lost, lost in infinity...? ...Fierce...

Is there something that I might live,
Or is it all lost in nothingness...?

Weakened tissue starts rapidly to degrade
Under progressive foulness, former vital organs
Are replaced by a clumb of corpse tumors
Is that what expects us in the deep -
Just corpse tumors...?

[Solo: "Hymn for an angel"]

Necrophagist - Fermented Offal Discharge

Fermented Offal Discharge

The casket is exhumed, turfs piled beside the grave
A stagnant mass awaits me, deep in the gloom
The boxes lids I open, distraught desecrating
The fumes are penetrating, I am eructating... I vomit...
I initiate eager exhuming despite bad scents...
I dig up cold earth, exhumed turfs I disperse...
I initiate eager exhuming despite bad scents...
The open casket reveals the rot
Into weak stomach I slide my hands
Intensifying fumes I like to snort

Colon and small intestine
Sliced and ripped out of the foul body
Duodenum I minch - all should be treated equal
Rotten stool and urine
Spurt out of fermented organs
I discharged and raped - putrified giblets disembowel

Decrepit spleen and pancreas I've torn and gutted
I eviscerate stomach and cysts
Liver is torn and twisted - turning inside out
A fermented offal discharge - Disembowel...

Evacuated offal hastily wrapped in bags
As basic for my culinary...

Putrefied internal fragments,
Fermented offal discharge...

Necrophagist - Extreme Unction

Necrophagist - Extreme Unction

The light is fading without any halt,
Expiration is now imminent, pain...
Silent prayers I perceive don't ease my pain,
Seconds like infinity, pain...

There is no light, pain...
To the darkside, pain...

...Extreme Unction...

[Solo: Vollmer / Suicmez / Vollmer / Suicmez / Vollmer]

Necrophagist - Symbiotic Theory

Symbiotic Theory

Unable to move from a point of view,
driven by reasons as old as time itself.

Symbiotic In Theory

In order for a life to be
commanded it must be owned.

Symbiotic In Theory

Gravity forces water
to flow downhill,
a will is not given.

Inferior or superior,
will is that which decides.

Gravity forces water
to flow downhill,
a will is not given.

To give and take, to be...

Symbiotic In Theory

[Solos: Muenzner/ Suicmez]

Necrophagist - Culinary Hyperversity

Culinary Hyperversity

Hateful I'm slashing, the head is removed
Removing the head of the corpse
The throat down the hard chest the trunk is torn
Tearing the trunk of the corpse

Disintegrating the stiff limb by limb
Performing deviant butchery
I chop up the limbs into small handy chunks
In my own way of sick butchery

I rip out the entrails, cut through pulsating flesh
Into the torso I grasp - deep - to tear out the rest
I divide into that which I like and which not
Nutritious organs stored, the rest left to rot

Wrathful I'm hacking the organs are minched
Minching the flesh of the stiff
Imagine the body parts when served on a plate.
Prepared by sick culinary...