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• Asphyxiate - Ultraspank
• Asphyxiate - Earth Crisis
• Asphyxiate - Farewell Hope
• Asphyxiate - Genitorturers

I see the things that you do
I see the people you screw
I see the world that you make
I see the mess you create
I see you contaminate
With your refusal to wait
A mouth that's dripping with greed
You destroy with your need
And there's nothing left
And there's nothing left
Same m.o.
Waste
Watch it grow
I see you bump into walls
I see you stand up and fall
I see you stretched out and dry
Under the new sun you fry
You stare directly ahead
To pull yourself from the red
You pull the rug from your feet
To glue the ends that you meet
And there's nothing left
And there's nothing left
Same m.o.
Waste
Watch it grow
Don't you fucking deprive me
You offer what you can't give
You take what once made you live
With steps you can not retrace
You need a past you erased
And there's nothing left
To this endless lie
Take it down
Same m.o.
Waste
Watch it grow

Dependance consumes. Controlled and distracted by
a selfinflicted sickness. With every breath of the
poison the habit intensifies and the attempt to
stop weakens. Filth smoulders in the ashtray as
you draw the vileness into your lungs. Killing
yourself, subjecting others to the air that your
smoke defiles. Cashing in on a cash crop, cashing
in on your slow death for their financial gain.
They create then feed a carcinogenic addiction
that leads to selfdestruction. Cancer ravages the
throat and lungs. A diseased heart fails. The pain
was avoidable and yet this insanity is accepted as
normal. The first genuine moments of remorse may
be the last seconds of life. Coughing up blood,
gasping for breath. Each one was a nail in your

Doing It Anyway
Home is a consequence, made of all you think you want to know
Life has not offeder me anywhere that I'd call home
Pre-Chorus:
Did you want me to taste you? Can you touch me?
Did you want me to touch you? Can you feel me?
Did you want me to fuck you? Can you heal me?
You can't heal me - You can't know me
Chorus:
Sinking deep, much too deep, digging deeper than I ever cared to be
I don't think, I don't need, but I care about it
What's the point in doing it, anyway?
You are a sacrifice, forced to not accept yourself
I can not offer you anything that you'd hold true
Truths often tell a lie; lies that I think you should know
Not that I realize. Just a simple fuck around.
Pre-Chorus
What's the point in doing it, anyway? (2x)
Chorus
I am a consequence
Made of all you think you want to know
Life has not offed me
Anywhere that you'd call home
Pre-Chorus
What's the point in doing it, anyway? (2x)
Chorus

Your first encounter with the ones who made you
Feel a chance to taste their disease
Invite you in to lick their skin and to feel all as real
Your senses low, yur pleasures grow
White hands sew up the deed
Another limb to lift the skin, press open
And to dream all is real
Hands wide open
Lick your wounds and come inside
With your hand wide open
Lick your wounds and come inside
With your hands wide
As the cord pulls tighter, face is bleeding whiter and whiter!
As the cord pulls tighter, spots in hell burn brighter and brighter!
Your last encounter with the ones who made you sin
Till the dust hit you skin
Your pleasures know their wager grow
You lust to feel again
Hands wide open
Lick you wounds and come inside
With you hands wide open
Close your hands and come inside
With your hands white!
As the cord pulls tighter, face is bleeding whiter and whiter!
As the cord pulls tighter, spots in hell burn brighter and brighter!
Friend€So this leads us to the end!
Your life burns dimmer now!
By our will, you tied yourself!
Life burns quicker now, with a second hand
As the cord pulls tighter