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.human Experiments

from /the_Depths by Rotted Through

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.human Experiments

Im obsessed; my mistress, gore and carnage.
I watch myself fall deeper into horrid pits.
An appetite such as this must be quenched (quelled).
I comb through files. Which will make me feel again?

Eureka; now this is truly fucked.
My pulse restored once again.
I thought I’d left no stone unturned
but, son of a bitch, do these depths have no end?

Though skillful and surgically trained
clearly, their Hippocratic Oaths’ been torn to shreds.
Healer turned demon or demon disguised.
Either way, these sick fucks are my kind of guys.

What an imagination; who sews mans’ head to dog.
Do they think they’re playing deities? Or maybe just having some fun.
Can such sutures truly hold? Scientific abomination.
Transfusions beyond grotesque. Thank you Doc, I’m hard again.

Warped and soulless faces, absent stares as innards combine.
Who knew these curative instruments, In such a putrid way be utilized.
Like freshly gutted pigs, these vermin cling to their lives.

These ones, with melted faces; penetrated by endless wires.
Convenience sake; limbs removed, but who needs hands when your fed through a tube
Organs swapped, no big deal… but holy shit, this one… this one might survive.
His kin have all, but fallen. Now worthless meat off to the pyre.

Now worthless meat off to the pyre.
Now worthless meat off to the pyre.
Now worthless meat off to the pyre.

White coats, surround their specimen. Congratulations; champagne poured.

Shikome’s path; the wheezing deformed
Painting: your blood; the wheezing deformed.

Warped and soulless faces, absent stares as innards combine.
Who knew these curative instruments, in such a putrid way be utilized.
These ones, with melted faces; penetrated by endless wires.
Convenience sake; limbs removed, but who needs hands when fed through a tube

What an imagination.
Do they think they’re playing deities?
What an imagination.
Do they think they’re playing deities?
What an imagination.

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from /the_Depths, released September 10, 2021

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Rotted Through Oxford, Connecticut

Only the New England woods, damned for its witch trials, could produce horror infused death metal such as this. Macabre. Arousing. Vicious. The three piece group crafts a labyrinth of sound and you’ve no compass, light, or rope. The group focuses on crafting cohesive, themed, records developing the horror story they aim to tell. Everything is deliberate. ... more

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