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 KARDIAC is planning to get back on the road sometime in 2017. For any promoters/ artists that want to work together and book some shows around TX and the surrounding states contact by email. We don’t care if its opening spot or closing we’re looking to perform live again with help and promotion by Fangoria Musick.

 

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Ass To Mouth lyrics

KARDIAC VERSE:
A metal beam bludgeoned through the chest suspends her to the wall, While her feet twitch four feet from the floor,
Such impact From this implement,
crushed her ribs in little rocks and slid up into her skeleton,
a Busted jaw by penetrating cock raw on fried tongue,
beheaded in my hands and her hairs filled with dry cum,
legs spread, shredded, while hormones inhale blood,
I always pick out the bones before I eat her genitalia,
It’s the mind-altering chemicals,
bullet holes that leave a smoked taste,
The time I kissed a girl who used a shotgun to blow off her face,
Snakes pierce out my skin like maggots digging in her cervix,
Squeeze on her meat, charred lungs for a nicotine drip,
I think I’m seeing shit,
stretch out holes meat cleavers rip,
disfigured, bald, Chernobyl mutants chew the tumors off my dick,
picking poppy plants,
next to nuclear power plants,
Cancer slim with a feces grin,
dancing in radiation winds,
hoarding blood a milestone,
aroused by the torso, and the way the pork just drags on the ground when it’s stripped from bone,
Head beaten into ruins,
bleeding wide contusions,
while your body fights from dying in a deep seizure of confusion, algae growing on the mold on her sunflower panties, Decomposing breast deflate sour gases in the heat,
Christian corpses burned and slaughtered back at the farm with the cow and sheep,
The head that crowns inside her cunt,
Gets cut out, butchered ass to mouth.
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IS THAT MY SICKNESS? from Desade album.
KARDIAC VERSE:
We had her restrained to the ground, wiping cum on her skirt,
giving each other high fives taking turns raping her,
Ripped her rosary off, her eyes gazed in a nod,
and before I slit her throat I told her to send my regards to God,
Point blank shot to the forehead cattle bolt pistol,
chewing the tongue, fighting seizures while the crows wrestle,
over the flesh, digging their beaks in the hole so terrified,
bugging out cause they’re biting her face while she’s paralyzed,
Shoved her arm up her twat and flexed like she was on ‘roids,
ripped out a dead embryo and sucked on it like a sex toy,
40 cc’s, leave track marks or shallow ditch,
ejaculating in her mouth after pulling the barrel out of it,
Can’t stand bottom feeders, pucker to suck up,
Don’t care who you did songs with put your money where your mouth is or shut the fuck up,
Wrote this for Desade’s album and no other reason,
of course, some would say different, they were nothing but an inconvenience.

– REZNIK Verse –
– Sample clip –
KARDIAC VERSE ONE:
Applause for the influence that you’ve really got one,
Go ahead please shoot yourself with a shotgun,
With your jaw burnt off your face, I see doubt,
But we promise to stand around to watch you BLEED OUT,
What takes no strain to choke a neck you pull it,
Huffing the smoke rising from your head filled with a bullet,
Holding that feeling from the first time I touched needles & flowers,
Now I’m getting high off the residue of gunpowder,
Last time I seemed to be a little heart wrecked,
Lifting her pretty face off the ground after a car wreck,
It’s not like I’m asking for much when you pass,
Her severed head sucking my dick, mouth full of glass,
Climb on top of the hood between meals,
and start fucking her torso torn through the windshield,
Picking strands of hair and chard bits of scalp,
From the headlights, cum in the dead and be out.
– DESADE Verse – 
KARDIAC VERSE TWO:
By noon the heat will cook the meat,
and the jaw will fall in leafs,
By the smell of her flesh, she’s only a couple feet from me,
Details go further then I can express,
Kiss her on the mouth while pulling windshield wipers out her chest,
Open the door and sit next to my peach,
Talking to her Skeleton while she’s cooked to the seats,
Like I’m gonna take you home and Give you a bath,
Laying in bed while her bones deteriorate into ash.
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FIRST VERSE:
Her spit trickled down my face,
and for something so ugly it manifested into something even more great,
like the vibrations from her throat shifted erratically,
through my hands vibrant,
interlocked till her lips turned violet,
a part of what charmed,
there was a short kick and an exhale,
then she fell apart in my arms,
reminding me of a small defenseless animal scared,
watching the veins in her neck pulsate and break from the strain to cry out for air,
Ligature Marks of gods touch,
Steel cross up the vag,
but she rather take it bent over and shoved up the ass,
headless but aware I felt her eyes on my neck,
starring at us nude fuck,
as bite marks bleed around her pussy chewed up,
mouth shattered in,
praying to god to forgive me in such a humbling gesture I thought it was flattering,
but that was when should could talk, now born to slave,
shes just a rotted object to stare at when using her mouth to fornicate.
HOOK 1:
Monotone heart beat after it’s been ripped,
if that’s what she really wants I hope she dies from it,
are these worms in my eyes herds crawl in my veins,
perspective tunnel vision,

even Jesus hits his women.

SECOND VERSE:
reptilian shed skin leave scars of hieroglyphics,
beneath scabs when there picked at,
the goat might wear the mask,
but everyone carries one,
as a safety harness,
for those uncomfortable times when you’re asked to be honest,
it’s like I got a problem with my hands during sex,
open my eyes to see them inches away from breaking every bone in her neck,
waiting to greet you at the gallows are men in robes,
seeing you through it,
to make peace at the circle of trees decorated in ropes,
that’s why their towns a ghost,
and every so often you can hear in the distance the sound of branches breaking,
followed by an overwhelming sensation,
like their whole community on hand and foot,
caters to Satan!
HOOK 2:
so we’ll meet at the gates,
and i’ll help you on stage,
to place your head through the gallows,
become a part of our cattle
the slaughtered is burned,
during beheadings and weddings,
initiated by blood,
but be as the last one to leave us, was found gutted and covered in cum.
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