Clandestine Ways (Krokodil Rot) Cattle Decapitation
"Clandestine Ways (Krokodil Rot)" by Cattle Decapitation, released in 2019, is a #DeathMetal track that explores themes of drug addiction, decay, and the dark side of human nature. The lyrics depict the destructive effects of the drug Krokodil. Musically, it features aggressive riffs and complex rhythms, showcasing the band's signature brutality and technical prowess. Its vivid imagery and social commentary resonate within the metal community, highlighting issues of addiction in contemporary society.
The human animal
So similar in so many ways
To our mammalian counterparts
Experimented on in torturous ways
We've freed the "specimens"
We've taken over the facility
We've captured these torturers
Time to teach them some humility
Ah, syringes filled with dihydrodesoxymorphine
I've combed the streets in search of hypodermic
Needles and dirty sharps hoarding
All aboard this ship of fools, this train of pain is finally boarding
Tendinous disintegration
Irreparable musculature goring
These shameless ways we get our fix
We get our kicks off human suffering
Through puncturing the skin accidentally restructuring
Epimysium covering
No need for anesthetics, your research for cosmetics landed
You here on my gurney, hurting, gurgling diuretics
Tube in your anus leads to open sores creating sepsis
Septic shock sets in, no asepsis in my cold aesthetics
Apathetic, yet frenetic, simply unsympathetic
Shredded limbs needing prosthetics, best to just call off the medics
So similar in so many ways
To our mammalian counterparts
Experimented on in torturous ways
We've freed the "specimens"
We've taken over the facility
We've captured these torturers
Time to teach them some humility
Ah, syringes filled with dihydrodesoxymorphine
I've combed the streets in search of hypodermic
Needles and dirty sharps hoarding
All aboard this ship of fools, this train of pain is finally boarding
Tendinous disintegration
Irreparable musculature goring
These shameless ways we get our fix
We get our kicks off human suffering
Through puncturing the skin accidentally restructuring
Epimysium covering
No need for anesthetics, your research for cosmetics landed
You here on my gurney, hurting, gurgling diuretics
Tube in your anus leads to open sores creating sepsis
Septic shock sets in, no asepsis in my cold aesthetics
Apathetic, yet frenetic, simply unsympathetic
Shredded limbs needing prosthetics, best to just call off the medics
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