LYRICS

Midgets Gone Mad 2005
released 10/9/05
recorded at AJ Pick-Axe Studios by J Corpse
mastered at THE BUTCHER SHOP by K Christhunter
Guitars: Jackson Kelly Pro*, BCRich Warlock**, Ibanez RG-270***
Amp: Crate GFX-212

1. Sniper’s Playground*
Music: Christhunter
Lyrics: Christhunter

This arctic wilderness
The perfect retreat
Where the rifle is the law
Sharp inclines and majestic spires
Mangled corpses meet an ice cold funeral
Bodies preserved by frigid winds
Dotting the landscape
And he sits perched
Patient, inhuman
Waiting out survivors
Poised for the kill
Evergreens sway in the icy air
Silence unmatched at this End of the Earth
A glacial gleam in the light of a rising moon
Scarlet streaks in pure white snow
And imposing stones where hides those remaining
They’ve been hiding for hours
And night approaches
The sub-zero grip of death is tightening
One moves
One shot
One kill
A barrage of echoes
A new frozen corpse to populate the wasteland
Under a sky gray as a gravestone

2. The Urn Collector *
Music: Corpse
Lyrics: Christhunter

A broken mind
Ready to set things right
To set them alight
He loves the smell of burning flesh
So he stalks his prey
People he knows
Studying their movements
Preparing perfect conditions
To spring the trap of his true disgust
To make empty lives into flickering works of art
And kiss their skin with the singe of fire
During the day he blends
A flawless chameleon
By night he pours the holy water
And kneels before his god of devastation
This holy conflagration
His soul burns with hatred
Their bodies burn with hatred
He circles targets in a ring of flames
Savoring the look of panic
Closing his eyes while he takes in the screams
He inhales the vapors
And the evidence is reduced to ash
The inferno is a fitting death
And the urn a proper gravestone
His well-deserved prize
Bestowed unto him by the fire

3. Ritualistic Dismemberment ***
Music: Corpse
Lyrics: Christhunter

Caught in the jungle
This buxom wench has no escape
She’s surrounded by the tribe
They tackle her and rip her clothes
A hundred faces encircle her form
She’s carried off like a trophy
Nude body held high above their heads
Into the darkest corner of the wilds
Snakes dangle from branches
Animals scream
The human prey screams
Around her they dance a war dance a death dance
Wretched masks, paint, and feathers
They tie her to a stake while drums beat
The moon glows on this ghastly ritual
With sharp stones she is beaten clubbed so brutally
The shaman calls his ancestors as limbs are cut free
An arm is passed around, toted like a prize
Blood runs freely
Legs come next, leaving a lifeless heap
A sagging bloody mess is all that’s left
Finally the head comes off, grabbed by the hair
The tribe drinks from it, dancing fiercely
Until the sun rises

4. Live Embalming ***
Music: Corpse
Lyrics: Corpse

Awakened from a deep sleep
A man in a white coat puts on rubber gloves
You are tied down you try to scream
Your mouth has been fastened shut
A small incision is made on your lower neck
One tube is connected to your carotid artery
Another is connected to your jugular vein
The embalming fluid pump flows through
While blood is slowly pumped out
Soon only a formaldehyde based fluid
Will flow through your veins

5. Possessed by Ghouls **
Music: Corpse
Lyrics: Christhunter

A dark fist closes
An icy cold grip
Perfect hold on a living soul
A pale corpse will commit murder
Already it fantasizes
Ripping soft throats
Slicing out the eyes
Eternally mutilating
It must obey the possession
And spread death
Demonic poison like ice water in the veins
This departed body kills
And holds a heart in hateful fingers
It knifes twisted bodies
Interminable bloodletting
Screams rise in never-ending nights of death
Screams cut short by a knife in the chest
Skulls crushed to bloody chunks
Twitching bodies in the wake of unpredictable executions
Precious life is destroyed
Throughout centuries

6. Crazed Elk **
Music: Christhunter
Lyrics: Christhunter

A thousand fucking pounds and now it’s pissed off
A powder keg with antlers bigger than people
On a peaceful vacation day when the park was still
Half a ton of infuriated elk was unleashed
An inhuman sound rattles the landscape
Mid-aged man moves but it spears him like a fish
And he squirms while it scrambles his guts
Attempts to scream only bring blood
Deep red vomit that makes the ground sticky
The half-ton behemoth throws him 20 feet
And a chorus of screams ensues
Tourists run like rabbits but the murder-beast tramples
Hooves are crushing skulls and brains spill out
A passerby’s hand gets caught in the horns
And he’ll never make a fist again
Park rangers mass together and fire at will
But bullets can’t stop this raging mammal
Cars in the parking lot make it feel trapped
So it smashes its enemies
Glass and steel bend to its will
And it kicks a driver in the head
Gasoline spreads on the pavement
And a bullet ignites the flame that makes the elk a torch
A flaming harbinger of death scalds its final victim
On a day in the park

7. Midgets Gone Mad *** (* for intro)
Music: Corpse, Christhunter
Lyrics: Christhunter

The circus is in town
But they’ve got submachine guns
Motley jester hats and switchblades
They’re killing parents and killing kids
They stabbed someone’s uncle in the face
High-pitched laughter
A stolen jeep
These little killers are going 90 miles per hour
With blood on the tires
They ransacked a produce tent and shot 20 people
They hid in the vents at the fitness center
Then toppled weights on perfectly sculpted jocks
And the receptionist got raped by four-foot madmen
Before they forcefed her a heaping pile of health pills
Pedestrians were found tied to poles
With their intestines dragged to the middle of the road
The schoolyard wasn’t safe from machine gun fire
And children screamed when the grenade went off
Crucified corpses and burned bodies have purple spraypaint
A signature left by midgets gone mad

8. Tank Tread Bloodbath **
Music: Corpse
Lyrics: Christhunter

Backed in a corner, nothing they can do
This tired bunker is their last stand
They tried to harass enemy forces
But a tank saw them
Now these specialists are prey
In the grasslands it chased them like dogs
The lieutenant was killed by its frantic machine gun
Fighting back was in vain
With bullets like spitwads bouncing off the hide
They hid in the forest but it mowed down the trees
And the main gun turned Private Lawton to paste
Bullet streaks and scorched earth fueled their retreat
But it trailed them like a black hound of hell
Hungry for blood
Rifles in the hull got Carson’s blood
Swivel machine gun ripped out his throat
They stepped on mines when they ran
And left their best friends screaming with no legs
Destined to die in a forsaken field
Now they cower in the dark
And it rolls over the hill, still approaching
Out of ammo but relentless to the core
They shoot every gun and throw their grenades
But it bursts through the wall like a stampede of rhinos
A bloodthirsty triceratops crunching their spines
The fetid stench of oil and grease, the insistent squeaking
Always following, nipping at the heels
Compressing ribs to mulch
Grinding nerves to slithering trails
Tracking blood is all in a day’s work

9. Ginsu Knife Amputation ***
Music: Corpse
Lyrics: Christhunter

No feelings, no regrets
A collection of limbs wrapped in wax paper
The ultimate achievement
A cold room and a cold killer
No fancy ways no sparkling methods
Only the gleam of a honed Ginsu knife
Silencing the voices with razor sharp butchery
It’s worth all the effort to make them not speak
These horrid creatures
They must be made quiet
And bloody
The first stab is superlative
That first break in the skin
The satisfying crunch of a blade through the bone
Up against the wall throwing up arms for defense
There’s no defense
Only the splendid gurgling sound of blood in the lungs
And strangled pleas for mercy
Dragging the corpse is the finest moment
Admiring the handiwork
The body’s last chance to be whole

Zombie Killer EP 2004
released 10/10/04
recorded at WROX Basement Studios by J Corpse
mastered at THE BUTCHER SHOP by K Christhunter
music by J Corpse
words by K Christhunter
samples by K Christhunter

Guitar: BCRich Warlock through Digitech Death Metal pedal

1. Hillbilly Raiding Party

The red jeep didn't know
Of the surrounding deadly danger
Mysterious hunters
Watching a lonely mountain road
With shotguns and tobacco
This is their world, hours from civilization
They make the rules
They're stalking human prey
A downed tree is all it takes
And the quarry is stuck
Psychos in overalls emerge from the mist
They've got guns but they'd rather use hatchets
Howling like banshees they tear up the driver
Hack off a hand, rip out some guts
Blood is squirting all over the road
The passengers scream but there's nowhere to go
An ax through the windshield and an ax through the sternum
Mountain men with rotten teeth
Slaughtering just to get a walkman and some luggage

2. Zombie Killer

A grenade on the chest strap is the final piece
The last element of the uniform
The sun sets and it's time to hunt
It looks to be another bad night for the walking dead
He's an expert at this, armed to the teeth
The others may flee but he takes pride in his hunt
His vendetta
Three years ago they dragged his wife to the grave
Shambling heaps of flesh with no right to life
Now he stalks them eternally, night after night
They never grow wise to his tactics
Sometimes with a shotgun he aims for the head
A fetid stench pours out when the skull explodes
And he wipes brains from his face
When shells are running low his MP-5 will do the trick
He riddles them with lead until their bodies barely function
Then hacks at the neck with a freshly sharpened blade
Blood gushes from the wounds and pools at his feet
But he doesn't see it anymore
In whichever way he can he will kill them
And he always burns the bodies
The stench of burning skin is now attached to him
Born of heaping bonfires in the woods, or in the streets
He hunts in barnyards and cities, apartments and fields
Wandering and killing the haggard bags of pus
Sometimes he finds a car, sometimes he walks
The Earth went to hell years ago and no one stops him
Scavenging for food and weapons is all that matters
And his count, his rising count
Thousands of charred bodies are on his head

3. Motorhome Massacre

He drives the highways with a gleam in his eye
An evil look
Mirrored sunglasses reflect the faces of vulnerability
Always shapely, always blonde
He sits in lots and watches the walkers
A silent stalker in an army jacket
Yellow-haired lovelies are the objects of his rage
Openly he drives up alongside appealing hitchhikers
One quick smile and a friendly word
Then they're in his motorhome
Never to come out alive
A thermos with a potent drug and the victim is limp
He drags them in the back, free to exact his will
He strips off all the clothes before he chains them to the wall
And when they awaken, they are his
They put forth a beautiful struggle
He talks to them, he beats them
He force-feeds them drugs to keep their naked bodies lifeless
While he takes pictures for his collection
For the drawer of Polaroids
In days or weeks he tires of his current catch
And carves her with a butcher knife
The alligators eat well when he dumps the corpse
And he takes to the road again

One Body, Ten Pieces 2004

released May 1, 2004
recorded at WROX Basement Studios by J Corpse
mastered at THE BUTCHER SHOP by K Christhunter
music by J Corpse
lyrics by K Christhunter

Guitar: Ibanex RG 270 though Crate GFX-212

1. Planetary Slaughter

Armageddon sweeps the world
Purging the human race
Storm troopers gun down bastards again and again
Strangling the elderly, separating skulls with truncheons
They line up the unwanted and run them through the blender
Guts are the new fertilizer
Corpses are rancid
There is a planetary stench to this planetary slaughter
People chained and led like cattle
Forced down a path of rotten body parts
Screams are a nightly ritual as napalm melts flesh
Mortar fire destroys homes
Rain roars down on fields of bodies
Humanity is close to extinction as another is disemboweled
And vultures feast

2. Sawing Through Arteries

A maniac in the back room
He keeps all kinds of instruments
Girls are chained up, stripped and tied
And he reinvents one every night
Replacing a leg, replacing an eye
Molding two lesser beauties into one
Taking off a forearm
Sawing through arteries
He welds it to a still living subject
There is fear on her face but he proceeds
It's for her own good, she looks even better now
Some touch up work with a razor is called for
And a needle and thread
With alcohol he douses the open wounds
And her body convulses
He watches her ribcage heave and it's lovely
But a hammer will improve the angles
Ol' Trusty Rusty should do the trick
She struggles frantically for the first few hits
Then she falls still, but the others still scream
Exquisite creatures bound to the wall
So much work to do

3. Realm of Mutated Cannibals

Trapped in the desert for hundreds of years
With nothing to eat but their own
They were isolated in the mountains
Until the miners freed them
Now modern man is their food source
A blow to the head and a spear through the throat
They converge on a bleeding body for their feast
Ripping the flesh, cutting tendons
Yards of intestines are drawn from a living target
They cackle in delight as they greedily devour
Organs are fought for and sometimes split in two
They paint their faces, these insane killers
Nuclear testing in the '40s fucked with their genes
They come on like ants in a frenzy, hunting for food
Ripping out a fetus and gratefully eating it
The nearest town forms a party with rifles
But bullets hardly stop these mutated cannibals
Busting down doors and smashing through windows
There's no stopping the mad flesh-eaters
Tearing chunks from screaming citizens
Blood on their hands and faces while they murder
Biting off the fingers of human game
There is chaos in the streets
Stone axes fall on the sheriff and slice him to bits
Raw, red slabs are slashed and passed around
When one dies the others take his meat
And insane war parties take to the desert

4. Kingdom of Chaos

From a throne of skulls he rules
Passing judgment with an iron fist
This is his conquered land
His black helm glistens
Slaves are brought to tend his palace
And executions are daily
The citizens live in fear of their monarch
Cruel despotic whims have seen men burned
His legions pillage the land
They take the livestock, they kill for fun
They carry off the women to dance in his harem
Rebellion brings harsh reprisals
For every plot he takes a thousand hands
And they hang from the battlements
While farmers struggle to make ends meet
A cold witch from the North stands by him
And suggests the impaling of infants
Often he rides to hunt boars
Sometimes he returns with human prey
His sword has tasted blood a hundred times
He wears a necklace of fingers
A room in the dungeon houses his inventions
Macabre instruments of torture
He induces a chorus of screams
And hatches a new plague in the alchemist's den
His flags fly high, his reach extends far
Like Satan in his kingdom of chaos

5. One Body, Ten Pieces

Arrival of mustard gas and the scatter of human roaches
They belly-up and legs twitch in death throes
Legs only sometimes attached
Dying in shadows of cannons a mile high
The bleeding insects crawl like rats in traps
Filthy moles are chewed alive by artillery
Screams, death and dying, entrails on the walls
Scorched dirt covering a body
One body, ten pieces
Rancid smoke of death covering the land
Machine guns rake a blanket of corpses
Stagnant pools of blood with bits of bone
Lives and organs smeared in the conflict
Rag dolls marching to die

6. Bloated Corpse

He was walking home when the fiends came
They bashed his skull with a blackjack
Then dragged him while brains seeped out
A littered alley would be his grave
Pockets picked clean, body kicked for fun
His children will miss him while he's rotting away
A fetid stench is his last legacy
In the rain and snow while gases build up
Rats gnaw through his corpse and tunnel a space
They curl up inside a grisly nest
His skin turns purple and swollen in this lost corner
Last week's newspaper is the marker of his grave
Ugly welts are his only identification
The smell becomes unreal as the days go by
Flies are swarming and soon maggots hatch
Repulsive decomposers crawl for their first taste
They spill from his skin and bones are exposed
And a mile away his family still wonders what happened
He's now a missing person, a forlorn bloated corpse
The last drops of his blood long since found the sewer
His last twenty bucks spent on drugs and hardcore porn
In time his skeleton will crumble, his suit becomes rags
There will be no justice for this rotten cadaver

7. The Papal Kidnapping

In a candlelit apartment they prepared
Checking the arsenal, counting the ammo
And five figures slipped into the night with guns and knives
Just half a squad but they assaulted the Vatican
Italian rebels with a horrible bloodlust
Sadistic surgeons, out for the cancer
Their stolen AK-47s made a splendid noise
Lighting the night with killing fire
Unsuspecting Swiss Guards cut down like dolls
Halberdiers strewn about beautiful marble
Their blood splattered on 15th century sculptures
Now they've got him, the Holy Bastard
Hauled away with a sack on his head
They tie the fuck to a chair and administer a beating
Lashed to the seat with barbed wire
The spreader of Judean filth is bleeding
Flayed with a bull whip because he wants to be like Jesus
Nails put through his hands because he wants to be like Jesus
Life's agonies are taken out on him
They watch the old man's eyes roll as they pound his fucking skull
They take turns with a hockey stick
Bashing his brains, they curse while they beat him
And they carve obscenities in his flesh with a pocket knife
The authorities are searching, but they can't find the Pope
His captors heat coins on a fire and throw them at his face
And power drill through his kneecaps
They collect the blood in cups and pour it on his head
Hours are spent holding matches to his skin
And injecting random liquids into his veins
In time the building is surrounded but the torture goes on
Two man the guns while the others jeer at His Shittiness
Epic hostage crisis, the world is watching
But the captors know they can win
They slap the Pope on television
300 million eyes watch them escape with their prize
A shotgun pressed to his holy neck
His torture will go on

DEMO 2003
released August 2003 (orginally released in May, but it came out sounding industrial. The DEMO was then re-recorded and the industrial sounding version was thrown in the garbage, where non-metal crap belongs)
recorded on a 4-track at WROX Basement Studios by J Corpse and never mastered
all music by J Corpse and lyrics by K Christhunter except Leprosy written by Chuck Schuldiner

Guitar: LTD Dinky through DOD Death Metal pedal

1. Decay

My reservations rot away
I don’t care anymore
This revolver is my new life
One brain, six shots
My prescription for disease
The cure for this plauge
Humanity is like a cyst, it slowly rots away
But I will find the answer and the glory in decay
The steel is cold just like my heart, and like the ones I slay
In life they had no honor but there’s glory in decay
This life is like wading in shit
Like breathing in poison
Other men’s thoughts are my cage
And this cannon is the key
The imperfection of injustice is endangered
As I recreate this world in my own image
Endless treachery in this swirling maelstrom of deceit
(I beat the victims before I kill them because this is a backwards world)
Ending the lives is my function, extracting the screams is my pleasure
(Because it’s time to rain darkness on a dark world)
Pride in hatred flows through my veins
(No more neglect, no more excuses)
I flay skin from the bones of humanity
(And fresh graves are my solutions)
I am a surgeon
This is a bloody procedure
The stench of germs permeates life
Rotten flesh on rotten bones
A bullet to the brain will fix it
A killing of mercy will fix it
I vow to turn creation around
The new God is me

2. Fed to Demons

Your reflection in the mirror shows fearful eyes
Sickness and truth
This is the future that’s planned
Your skin peeled
Bleeding demons barely seen
Carve you up
Your sins and limbs are devoured
You become agony
Your arms are removed
And fed to demons
Entrails are reproved
And fed to demons
Your face is rubbed in rotting flesh
And goat’s intestines
You feel your bowels spilling out
Slipping through fingers
Blood is offered to the king
The altar master
Icy hands leave you there
Ripped and torn
Scream and cry
There is no mercy for you
Beg and plead
There is no pity for you
One lost soul
Extracted from the flesh
Fed to demons
In this infernal feast

3. Leprosy

* Death cover
If you don't have the Leprosy album, GO BUY IT! It's beyond a classic, its a fucking DM history lesson! Do not download this CD, BUY IT!

4. Extinguish the Guilty

Guilty.
Now I know what to do
That you still breathe just grates on me
In a world with no meanings
I have meaning
You will die
I extinguish the guilty
You will die
I extinguish the guilty
I arrange your torture
I’ll break your bones a thousand times
I do it for sport
For peace of mind in this backwards world
You will die
I extinguish the guilty
You will die
Extinguish the guilty
You owe I collect
You’ll drink, your own blood
Repentance, I beat from you
This life, makes sense
I put my hands on your neck
You’ve made cruelty a virtue
I detest your soul
So I make your body writhe one last time
Your agony
Makes sense to me
You will die
I extinguish the guilty
You will die
I extinguish the guilty
You will die
I extinguish the guilty
You will die