I.R.M.S. Lyrics


It's a fuckin' idiots job

A little death

A defecated nose resonated over tonnes

Political starvation pent up

Gray 12 wards of evil

Murder all them fuckin' craft

Removal of offensive eye

Hand commits self string mutilator

A pig told me sought

Conquer strange threats

Degrading loss of control

Tolerant and persistent

Dull pain, no remorse

For physical abuse

Element of discord

Born out of shit

Domain ant made

And all get fucked up

Lung scorched with rubbing alcohol

Paraphilia 20 odd expired test for fluid

Prove negative sex asphyxiation

Dangerous technique of fucking

Influx priest air destroy

And play a god cunt

Politic ash individual rights

Fuckin' all I wrap chain round throat