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Initiation

by Bukowski Family

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Initiation 04:32
old wreck of a farm, stands quiet in the sun dusty porch, dried limb hanging above the splintered door eyes and bones in a jar one touch on the doorknob tells me I'm home resting against the rusted steel door I can taste the sour air with a hint of despair these walls have seen things I can only dream I lay down on the yard and let the rain wash over me blood colors sand as I drift away from my old world so pristine and pure I feel rage shivering my naked and bruised body slowly walking back to the house with an axe in my hand once again, feeling the tickle on the back of my neck I step down into the basement where they are waiting and let it all loose a candle lights the room, walls of rotted flesh I kneel down before the dying, her agony and pain my purification she's screaming a name that no longer has meaning to me I witness as life runs out of her tied in despair she wants a salvation, the final touch but this is initiation of madness and it's for me alone
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Elliott was his name and he used to throw a show in a local redneck joint, humiliating herself, feeling pretty a couple of hours a day, she's the highschool beauty queen ten bucks a pop, he's taking the shots in the shadow of the truck park fishnet stockings and lush red lips, playin' gal with those fat manhips standing under a streetlight, smoking, waiting for the next trick, to suck another dick soon comes a trucker, a dirty old fucker, walking in shadows, asking the price Elliott The Lot Lizard bends his knees GET TO WORK! he takes a hit in the head a candle burns on the old wooden table, panic hits the brain can't feel his legs, numb from the waist down, tied tightly in the chair a bowl of soup and a meatcleaver, that burned and mutilated face sitting next to the wall, naked, covered with blood and guts silent, just staring, sharpening the knife it stands and walks slowly to the table pours some soup on the plate and starts to feed Elliott the soup is hot and it burns his already tormented cheeks Elliott tries to fight, he cannot eat, it's disgusting but the spoon is showed through the cheek he's always been the feces of love
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eyes carved out, mouth quilted shut the chain pushed through bone muscles sore and bleeding walking in circle, over and over again March mutherfuckers! Stop and die MOVE! It makes the flesh tender Now pick up the pace You know what you got to face The choosing time is here Pick one to go and the rest will remain before your own skin, flesh and bone you have to choose one of your own now who's the lucky piece of shit point a finger and make the pick CALM THE FUCK DOWN! we know you're all eager (as are we) but somebody is always the first one March mutherfuckers! Stop and die ready for the ol' rusty blender rust aside, the old fucker works hefty slabs of meat for the rest of you to eat now you've done your part so get back in line we didn't drag you here just to die
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a pickup truck cruising the memory lane, she's leaving the watering hole, heading home she's just what we need a whack in the mug, we pick up the slut now make our way to the merry old swamp clubbed and bagged the shit bitch screams we duct tape her head so tight she can barely breathe back at the farm the stench so rank as we inhale it with every breath wounds infected in the summer breeze old bite marks show where the new skin grows teeth sink at the starting line we have all the time in the world vile fingers penetrating through flesh nerves tear as we rip the skin apart pain is your enemy, cause you know you're still alive we gather to harvest the new skin endless cycle of torment as their hope slowly fades the flayed skin tapestry is made
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deform reform rebuild human flesh deform reform Alter human form you bear the mark so you will do the discipline calls for pure skin and flesh that we can mold the razorblade cuts deep and clean until resistance it meets joints removed with extremities hands sculpted as wings taillight flashing as a toyplane you hang from the ceiling with others like you a welcome committee to hell we know it hurts but the end justifies the means knees bent forward, Arms twisted backwards nailed together, a curb strap in the mouth all it needs is a pretty little saddle and we're off to the fields to herd the cattle deform reform, rebuild human flesh alter everything that exists
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released May 26, 2012

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Bukowski Family California

Bukowski Family case history is marred with such atrocities as cannibalism, perverted human dismemberment, general unpleasantness and musical ruthless massacre.

Brace yourselves to see everything you deem precious torn apart and dragged out to the backyard to be burned in a stinking pile of waste. If it is holy to someone, it surely can be defiled.
"This is not a band, this is a death squad."
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