Doomed To Disembowelment

by Internal Devour

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Internal Devour is:
Matt Turkington
Aidan Smith
Tom Logan

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released March 30, 2016

Recorded and Mixed by Zeke @ Elastic Prism
Mastered by Stefano @ 16th Cellar Studios
Album Art by Daemoprh Evil Art
Layouts by Christian Wulf Designs

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Internal Devour Brisbane, Australia

Internal Devour was conceived to bring slamming death metal to the masses. Out of Brisbane. Australia Internal Devour is made up of Matt Turkington- Vocals, Aidan Smith- Guitar, Brodie Nagel-Bass.
Our 8 track EP titled 'Aborted and Slaughtere' featuring guest vocals by Alex from Human Rejection will be out on 14/5/2014
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Track Name: Invoking The Grotesque
Invoking The Grotesque

I collect them one by one,
hunting them down like fucking vermin,
the final hours of their life will be disturbing.

Drugging and fucking them while they are still fresh.
They awaken feeling degraded as they begin to realize I have raped them.
In darkness I feel safe, a decrepit and contorted state of mind.
Am I insane? Sickening voices inside my head lead me blind.

I scream in their face, punch and kick the fuck out of them.
Stuffing blunt knives into their joints,
soft tissue damage, ruptured discs severed and torn.
Spine misaligned nerves pinch,
sickening pain making them twitch.

Some pussy decides to scream,
I make an example out of this weak cunt,
smashing out his teeth with my hammer.
Turn it around and rip off his bottom jaw with the claw.
Letting out my frustration, hammer mutilation.

I want to torture them more but my anger has gotten the best of me,
I lift my fist and drive it into their fucking heads.
Watching pieces of bloodied skull explode,
loud deep thuds as skulls implode.

I continue to bludgeon their heads,
viciously bashing the already dead.
Track Name: Gagging On Aborted Mush
Gagging on aborted mush.

It first started out as a somewhat healthy obsession. I only sought out pregnant women, unable to get it up for any other slut.

I begin to get darker, every pregnant whore is in danger. Realizing my attraction involves violence and rape.

I’m digging through my thoughts and sorting them into order as if I've got some sort of disorder.

I lure them in vulnerable and fat, low self esteem and sore backs. Seduction will lead to lacerations, extreme penetration and fetal extermination.

She’s on her hands and knees, I pretend to be gentle.

False sense of safety.

Slide my fingers up her cunt and spit in her ass,

ramming my cock in hard and fast.

Complaining its too hard, in pain as my swollen member destroys her rectum.

Pinned down on her stomach, I stand on her back and begin to fucking hack.

Roll over slut, a finishing blow to the gut.

Shove my whole arm in her cunt and pull out this fucking runt.

But only if she has a bulging gut and a pretty face to fuck.

Sometimes they are developed, sometimes they are just liquid blobs of shit. I take a little taste, tiny arms and chunks of fetal waste.

I'm gagging on aborted mush, it's never enough and I could never have to much.

I vomit on this bitches butchered face, chunks of fetal waste.
Track Name: Spitting Up Chunks Of Cunt
Spitting Up Chunks Of Cunt
Looking around at the pussy overflowing my streets and
I wonder why it gets the best of me.
Young sluts on display,
perfect day for molesting brutality.
My mind can't stay focused on anything.

Too many whores to put my cock in,
It drives me mad I'm gonna snap.
Once I'm gone there's no coming back.
Smash and bash this cunt from the back,
pupils dilate I’m gonna snap.

They walk around with nothing on, I’m gonna take a hit from my bong.
Then snatch and grab the first one I see and fill her throat with ecstasy.
She won't know what hit her, til I smash her across the face.
With a two by four and decimate her jaw,
just so I can shove it in more.

They say loose lips sink ships?
More like loose lips suck dicks.

I'm going to violate this fucking whore.

More like loose lips suck fucking dicks.

Drag her into the public toilets and make her windpipe touch her spine,
smash her face into the walls until she sucks your fucking balls.

Her time has expired, violence fills my veins and in about ten minutes I’ll be neck deep in her mutilated snatch,
spitting up chunks of cunt.

Fist goes straight in and I open my hand,
grab whatever the fuck that I can.
Bowels and insides pour out like a watering can,
grab her mutilated flaps and pry them apart.

She looks like she loves it but who in the fuck would know,
she's got that despoiled fucking cadaver glow.

She looks like she loves it but who in the fuck would know,
she's got that despoiled fucking cadaver glow.

Tearing at this slut like a rabid wolf on the hunt,
this bitch is gonna wish she was never born with a fucking cunt.

They don't see it coming, this abhorrent attack.
Daytime rape is where it's at,
twist her pelvis until it snaps.

Need to go through her snatch to get to her heart.
Track Name: Livin' The Dream
Livin’ The Dream

My mind mutilated,
Violence slowly eats it away.
Now merging with reality, what's fucking happening?
I’m not like the rest, I have never loved anything.

Dark shadows cloud my mind, vicious creativity.

My eyes begin to see clearly now the mist is gone.
Feeling sick to my stomach but aroused by what I've
done!

Awaken to my own dark fantasy,
brick bludgeoning her fucking skull.

My eyes begin to see clearly now the mist is gone.
Feeling sick to my stomach but aroused by what I’ve
done!

What the fuck! Everything I thought was in my head,
is right in front of me bleeding.

Bodies strewn and covered in blood.
Remains of the dead.

I look around I was sleeping in a pit full of detached remains.
I look down my cock is deep in her slit full of her fucking brains.
Her brains.

Fuck I love looking in their fear stricken eyes, abhorrence.
I can’t ignore the voices in my head,
I just wish I stayed awake to hear their cries, repugnance.
Once I choose you you’re already dead.

Am I living in my head? I’m a messed up type of freak.

I feel sick and twisted inside but killing is one hell of a ride.
Scattered limbs around me, fermenting.
Oh Fuck!
I feel sick and twisted inside but killing is one hell of a ride.
Splattered skin all over me, slow rotting.

I’ve lost it.

Thousands lay wasted in my wake, viciously raped.
Some are left alive to deprive,
cutting off their hands and feet.

Crying in pain they beg and say that they have changed.
I prepare the feast of each others leaking meat.

I’m livin’ the dream,
I’m livin’ the dream.
Track Name: Chopped Up and Smoked
Chopped Up and Smoked

Amputation leads to mutilation,
infections spread, festering lacerations.
Reduced to nothing but fucking bloody stumps.
My cock stuffed in they’re filled with cum, rendering these fucking cunts useless.

I’ll slash her gash and smash her breasts,
this hash rolled up in human flesh.
A pipe made from oesophagus,
is how I like to smoke that kush.

The enticing flavour of humans when they’re cooked,
brings a new meaning, to the term skinned and fucked.

Chop up a bag full of buds
and remove their fucking lungs.

Cut a hole in their back,
stomach fucking hack,
Impale, vertebrae start to crack,
Inhale, as their spine snaps.

Chopped up and smoked,
hacked up and toked,
innards go down my fucking throat,
blood and guts mixed with smoke,
my favourite part of the day,
lighting up a jay and watching bodies decay.
Slurping up the pus and guts,
smoking up this dead cunt like a fat blunt.
A human bong, I’ve been waiting so long.

Cut a hole in their back,
Stomach fucking hack,
Impale, vertebrae start to crack,
Inhale, as their spine snaps.
Inflicting their pain with my favourite strain,
that sweet scent of Mary Jane.

I need that taste, I crave that sweet taste of hacked up human waste.
Thumb screw the cunt and light it up.

Your putrid flesh bubbles and squeaks,
bong water mixed with blood.
I left you sitting out in the sun for fucking weeks,
the flies destroyed you.
There's plenty more where you came from.
Track Name: Doomed To Disembowelment (Instrumental)
Instrumental
Track Name: Pounded Slut
Pounded Slut.

I have a sick fixation for teenage slut sedation,
stalk her through the park, just as it gets dark violence fucking starts.

Pretty young thing for about a minute longer, I need to fuck it out of her.
The best kind of release, this is what women are fucking meant for.

I’m not in the mood for this bitches shit,
I can’t wait to devour her sweaty slit.
And she’s trying to plead with me,
I carve her eyes out so she can't see,
I don’t like cunts looking at me.
Open her up until I can see her guts,

Ram my cock in until it hurts.

For once I’d like to fuck someone with a pulse,

I’m tired of using body fat and fluid as lube.

Don’t make me butcher another innocent,

just to drop my load in another dead bitches cunt.

Pounded slut, snatch is fucked up.

Instinct takes over I need my fix,
cutting through her fucking cervix.

I jam a knife into the back of her neck,

she tries to scream but the words won’t come out, all she can do is gargle.

Her throat's sore, so I shove my cock in more.

I jam a knife into the back of her neck, she tries to scream

but the words won’t come out, all she can do is gargle.

I feel nothing, she feels regret.
I can taste it in her sweat.

Violence is running through my head day and night, the answer to all my fucking issues.
Violence is running through my head day and night, the answer to all my fucking issues.

Mutilation leads to post mortal amputations,

lifeless and now limbless, my cock drips at the sight of these cunts.
Track Name: Voids Of Sullen
Voids Of Sullen

Manifesting in me, petulance and vexations.
Confusion induced compulsions, Intrinsic vehemence.

Slow cuts into your head.
I like this feeling of hair,
falling away beneath the hacksaw blade.
Wrecking your skull as these sickening intrusions eat away.

Voids of sullen and foul notions,
subtle vibrations lead to violent judders,
your teeth chatter as I’m pushing through the last layer,
I hate that fucking sound, now swallow your teeth cunt.
Continuing to fucking pound, gaping hole. Bashing you violent and brunt.

Becoming unrecognizable to the human eye, but now you look perfect to me.
Fit for consumption, just a few more alterations.
Your eyes sunken into the back of your head.
I just realized I’ve beating you for 11 hours straight.
Constant, violent blows to the chest causing your lungs to deflate.

I look around trying to figure out where I am,
bodies ferment and stink all around.

Fading into darkness, forever diminishing holes seem to chew
the insides of my soul.

Perceptions vacate, remembering all my mistakes,
deteriorated state and suffering I can’t escape.

Tissue stretching and contracting, anxiously twitching.
Ligaments and bones snapping, skin is stripping.
I can’t see anything but my eyes are open,
I don’t think I can stay, my screaming starts to fade away like I’m being taken from this place.

Descending into misery, deep into darkness.
Into a world where the black clouds breed despair
and delusions beyond repair.
This is where I belong, deep in dark figments of my mind.
Lost in my head, lead blind into the voids of sullen.
Track Name: Delusions To Consume
Delusions To Consume

One more victim is all I need,

I knew I'd succumb to the sickness inside.

A deranged perversion like mine is too hard to hide,

Sneak up on my last, she’s waiting for the 9.15 bus.

The only lift she’ll get is straight onto my cock.

Pointless killing is what I live for,

defiled, despoiled cunts and whores,

remnants of human gore,

blood Splatter and bits on the floor.

I love the dark energy of death,

so lots of dead cunts decorate my walls.

Like pieces of art on display,

they speak of pain.

I can’t even get comfortable in my bed,

my mind ticks and turns, my body squirms.

In-between the pile of burnt corpses in my room.

Cremated after i fuck them,

I like the smell of cadavers cooking in my kitchen.

Making my mouth water,

eating burnt skin, cock stuffed in.

They can never leave again,

always inside of me or I’m always inside of them.

They can never leave again,

always inside of me or I’m always inside of them.

Disgusted by these festered and infected cunts,

cadavers are piled high from the ground.

Fermented holes lay all around,

filthy whores ready to fucking pound.

Fuck!

Delusions to consume, illusions to abuse.

None of you will go to waste,

almost every part of a carcass is recyclable.

I’m insane.

Human skin woven sheets to keep me warm,

I sculpt bones into utensils to eat the left over parts.

Dead whores hair to wipe my fucking arse,

I spend my days ripping the dead apart.

Ripping the dead apart.
Track Name: Bludgeoned To Paste
Bludgeoned To Paste

I’ve made up my mind to slaughter this swine,
He cut me off in traffic now I have to cut off his legs.
That's how it works with me, piss me off and I'll make you bleed.
Follow him home, hot sluts wearing pink.
Park across the road, inhumanely jerking my dick.

Watching his wife and playing with a knife,
Either way this bitch is going to cop it.

Alive or dead I’m going to fuck it.
Either way this is bitch is going to cop it.

He walks outside, garbage in hand.
I leap from the car, machete in hand,

Running at the fucking cunt, no hesitation.
Twenty-Seven stab wounds only devastation.

Splay him out in his front yard, removing his limbs,
pick up the garbage bag and stuff this cunt in.

Bludgeoned to paste, hacked up human waste.
We could’ve been happy together but now your fucking bleeding,

My lust is peaking, cock starts leaking
and now the drugs start kicking in.
My lust is peaking, cock starts leaking
and now the sickness begins.

Doused in petrol and set a light, what a pretty sight,
as her skin melts I tear it off the bone and carve shapes into her smouldering flesh like a fucking jigsaw but when I’m finished with her no one will be able to put her back together.

Back together.

I can hear the sirens but I don’t give a fuck,
I’m nuts deep in this perfect slut.

I can hear the sirens but I don’t give a fuck,
I’m nuts deep in this perfect slut.

Snap her neck around, make her look back at me as I arch her back and destroy whats left of her
Deep in her perfect arse, take a look down
Good girl she took it all.
All.

People just shouldn’t trust in me, but I always seem to find my way in.
In my wake I leave a trail of hacked up waste,
thousands bludgeoned to paste.
Paste.