Fucked To Death

by Gutfucked

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released February 6, 2013

Gutfucked is: Josh Smith(Vocals), Anthony Davis(Guitar/Vocals), Nate Flores(Drums), Josh Cuchens(Guitar,Backup Vocals, Mixing Mastering,and Recording)

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Slamming Death Metal from Northwest Florida

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Track Name: Intro
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Track Name: Its Not Rape If She Cums
Oh how you disgust me,
your voice trembles at the thought of my intentions, you vile cunt.
Put your face against the floor and await the wretched.
You are the stage in which I act out this putrid task.
Your tainted innards wrap around my shaft,
I will fill your wound.
You used to spread your legs for any that desired
to taste your filth, you were a hole to fill.
This is the last time
There was a time,
You used to give it all away
and when I'm through with you, you'll have nothing left to give.
I'll take it all away.
You've lost your will to fight, concede yourself to me.
Track Name: Too Sick To Suck It
While I have you confined
strapped to my bed
Can you look at this for me?
does it look infected?
my member has seen better days
discolored throbbing mass covered in sores
scabs and puss lining the shaft
What's that there? That doesn't look normal
Your body begins to tremble as you become
disoriented by what you have seen.
The stench of misery and suffering engulfs you
forcing out your vomit and spilling bile.
The convulsions begin when I your wounds.
Forcing you to see what I have created,
I open your eyes.
This has been festering for an eternity.
Why do you give that look? So concerned.
You should be. I prepared a flesh feast.
You grow pale, I grow aroused
I thrust my cock into her mouth
Fucking suck it, you cunt, fucking suck it
vomit spews from her mouth but I don't mind.
an unconventional lube.
Go ahead and bite, I've lost all feeling
last bitch made sure of that…
If you despised that, you cannot fathom, how I'll taint your crotch
Track Name: Fingering the Meat Grinder
Spewing entrails (opened torso lacerated).
Eyes still open, (fully conscious autopsy).
Grinding fingers, (to remove the evidence.)
Pulling your teeth, (who you were will die with me).

Your feet are severed and ground down into stumps draining human fluid.
To preserve your useless existence your stumps are placed in salt.
The terror that shrieks from you is haunting.
Skin is then removed from your already abused genitals,
slowly your screams turn to silence.
You want it to end but we have just begun.
There are far worse things than death.
You will experience them all, for I am the Devil.
There is work to be done, whether you stay with me or not,
you are just a carcass I will redesign
Track Name: Sister Fister
Masking himself in a sane human organism,
bringing torment in solitude.
The quiet frees his mind while the true mind's eye draws its desires
in human remains .
To defile the innocent brings one of the flesh masochistic pleasure.
Satisfying urges unsought by the regulated populace.
Bearing judgement down upon those who fulfill their cravings
in the most horrid of ways.
Calling down from a higher plain of existence,
using those who wear the mark of blood
to release their own inner creature of the dark.
A grim attempt at setting an equilibrium,
while only setting their path in the same as the fallen.
Humanity fleshes out its demons, resembling its own kind.
We are all bound with internal suffering,
yet some project it towards a darker art.
Circling the depraved with vicious intent we judge.
Track Name: Starved, Carved, and Torn Apart
There is no worse feeling than being dragged through the woods.
Hands bound behind your back with no chance of escape.
Completely naked leaving a trail of blood and the stench of sweat.
Your vision removed with a screwdriver,
your tongue removed with a handsaw.
Most of the teeth are broken from grinding together in agonizing pain.
Pulled face down to prevent you from drowning
in the blood filling your mouth,
leaving human debris caught on piles
of rock and stumps in the wilderness.
Your pussy is wet from the glass
that has been inserted and removed.
Flies and filth now call your worthless hole home.
No fight left for a chance at breath
and no struggle as your muscles are weakened by your loss of blood.
To hang your body between the trees
is an artful task to fulfill but I must present you
and I will leave you to rot in the sun.
Track Name: Crushed At The Imperial Hand
Your repugnant efforts are of no worth here. You Jedi are weak and your force is weaker. Our legacy will live on for years to come through the plague of boundless onslaught, not even the younglings will find solace nor sanctuary. the infinite power of the empire crushes all. Your moistened whispers fall only on your fresh dead. I will force choke the filth that is your Jedi bloodline into the ashes of the rancor pit. The faith of millions in the darkened vice of the sith. Know defeat, putrescence and anguish in your ways being eternally stomped from this system by all of the power that is the empire.
Track Name: Pick A Hole Or Make One
Decimation of the human design.
Reconfiguring the pieces to a putrid piece of art.
Appreciated by sadistic minds and adored by its creator.
A gift to few that disgusts the faces of many.
A use of tools to reattach the limbs to the hollowed torso,
the stench of bile and intestinal fluid burns as the scent spreads.
Removing the eyes as a delicacy while the work is completed.
Blood pouring from the table begins to dry and turn black as
rigor mortis sets in.
Spare parts kept in formaldahyde to preserve for another work of art.
To admire the hours of work he molests the cadaver.
Showing his adoration he ejaculates within its empty carcass.
This might be his masterpiece, hidden from the world to rot in his grasp.
One's dream is another's nightmare
The urge to create by killing creation
misunderstood mind delved in evil
art is in the eye of the beholder.
Track Name: A Night With Uncle Daddy
Fucked against your will you cry for me to stop.
You will know when I am finished.
You wretch away from me with a strength found in the last moments of life,
but it excites me more.
Wanting to taste your skin I sinks my teeth deep into your neck
until the thick liquid running through you gushes into my throat.
You still taste as sweet as the day you were born.
You stay quiet because you know what I can do
and in the end you always give in to my selfish desires.
Oh how you love me yet despise what I have left inside of you.
The stillbirth inside your womb my love for you has created.
You are mine and I will never let you go..
are the last words you hear before the lights go dim.