[Verse] In the depths of darkness, a scent so foul arises Metallic taste, suffocating, the air tries to disguise Fumes of torment, a putrid feast for the senses Meta devours, consuming Lynne's vile emissions [Verse 2] A symphony of guttural growls fills the air As Meta feasts on the toxic fumes with twisted flair Lynne's fart, a weapon of defilement and decay A gruesome dance of death, no escape, no way [Chorus] Gas chamber symphony, a macabre duet of doom Meta feasting on the noxious fumes, sealing their tomb Inhaling the stench, a merciless fate they embrace A hardcore death metal ode to this vile disgrace
