Tekst:
Rigor Mortis Rigor Mortis Vs The Earth

The blood is pounding in my head I feel a tightness in my chest The room is spinning backwards and I cannot seem to catch my breath My life flashes

Blood, blood - runs from putrid sores Screams, screams- worse than any war Toxic, toxic - Sick contamination Raping, raping - Through our planet's

Thrown in a meat grinder shredding the flesh Is it human intestines or is it dead fish' Locked in a freezer destined to die Hung up on a meat hook

Ask me if I give a shit Am I just sick of it Look into my blackened eyes One more bump and you'll be mine Anything to get some more Look at you,

Primitive and deviant like prehistoric man Intimidate infuriate 'cos I don't fit your plan The way I act the way I look the things I have to say Scare

In the dungeon's where it waits Locked down in this cold wet place For good or bad it has been used Many have died to pay their dues Made from wood