Confusing Contusions

[Intro: isolated Spokenword, snarling evil troll goblin voice ranting maniacally] "...left overs, ...its a crime, they are a crime, they breed and they feed, they fuck and drop muck all over, architects without retrospect, compelled by day dreams... fantasies and illusions, confusing contusions." [Music begins] [Instrumental: short strange isolated porngrind drum solo] Architects of the grotesque-erie Not satisfied by your botchelism Constructed by a masterpiece, Payed back in a dowry of feaces! What is it now? Call it solipsism, But it doesn't look to me like you even want to survive! Survival at the cost of extinction, 5 billion year evolution make that a contradiction. [frantic grindcore with complex trash groove riff, crashing drums, extreme grind vocal] Contusions on the outside! Bleached white for the sake of faux pride Bowed down in the false light CONTUSIONS ON THE OUTSIDE! [huge complex bass riff chugging] A forcep to split the cataclysm ! That heart in your chest can you feel it beating? Does it give you the right to leave all else forsaken? Pathetic slime. One night that right will be flicked off like light switches, Spastic twitchs before you die sanctimonious stenches! Contusions on the outside! Bleached white for the sake of faux pride Bowed down in the false light CONTUSIONS ON THE OUTSIDE! Confusing contusions! Confusing contusions!