The Sickening

THE SICKENING
"Fuck, I wish we had even just a basic levels mix for this track! The vocals are completely buried, especially on this one. Some killer vocals and vocal patterns as well. Sucks that you have to strain to hear it. After all, it is only a demo. The lyrics are a total brow beating. An unadulterated tongue lashing. An outright dressing down of human beings as a mass of unmitigated flesh and blood infesting and infecting the planets face. "...it had taken all of human history until around 1800 CE (Common Era) for world population to reach one billion. During the twentieth century alone, the population of the world has grown from 1.65 billion to 6 billion. And already in the twenty first century we have surpassed the 7 billion mark." With this unrestrained, unending swarming vulgar mass of infected virulency called humanity (An homage to the great Carcass, of course!), inevitably so there will be those, like myself, that will speak with the utmost pessimism and cynicism in regards to the outlook, the weltanschauung (The overall world perspective) of such an uninhibited, inordinate slag heap of mortal existence. This is one of those times. I go back and forth regarding both my love and hate for humanity as we all do, naturally. Life itself is, without question, a love/hate relationship and there's times when we all wish for those nukes to fly just as there's plenty of times that we would like to live much longer than our shelf life allows us to. However, what fun is it to write about the positive aspects of this life? Who wants to read the happy-go-lucky shit? It's negativity that sells! It's the heartlessness of the human being that gets the front page! Lets not kid ourselves bere. Now, delve into some of that full blown hatred and revel in that shit, you fucking maniacs!"
- Prophet 2017

LYRICS:
Piss breath stench slithers out from the lips cracked dry
In the hot stale aroma of manual nauseating human lives
Sweltering in shit stained hovels of their own creating
The Sickening

Time out of mind
Still astern in the toils of all realization
That the lingering afterbirth is our due curse
From now until all of our obliteration

Bloodshot mind's eye reawakened
Black and blue from the back hand of unwholesome lies
The beating of a lifetime delivered gratefully
By slaves to the fictional voices downpour

Stagnation of flesh mounts a hopeless defense
Against the stand of masses denying passage

Cowering behind shields forged of truth neglect
Stripping pathogens from their bones
In the hope that time will not detect
The thoughtless disease that they all breed
In the brain dead lives they all lead

The nauseation from mainlining contagion to the global vein
instilling guilt with lies
Born to procure your acceptance of an empty reflection

CREDITS:
Kristofer Jacobsen (Cantor Celebrant; Guitars, Bass, Vocals)
Chad Hansen (Der Prophet; Guitars)
Jason Weber (Das Rage; Drums)
Mattias Frisk - Artwork