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Deadbody - Joy of Torture

Closed Casket Activities
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Artist - Deadbody Track - Joy of Torture Album - The Requiem Label - Closed Casket Activities Preorder - https://closedcasketactivities.com/co... Stream - https://orcd.co/deadfuckingbody All songs written & performed by Deadbody Produced, Engineered, & Mixed by Taylor Young at The Pit Recording Studio in Van Nuys, CA Mastered by Brad Boatright at Audiosiege in Portland, OR Photography by Kylla Young Art by Thomas Toye Lyrics Cast the line, projecting misery. What you’ll find, collective agony. Biding time with joy and horror. Dead in a pine box, solitary terror Joy of torture By life itself Survive the madness of living hell Slow death… Tread light through passing trees The road less traveled No end for the wandering man Each path is torture Cast the line, projecting misery. What you’ll find, cosmic brutality. Killing time drowning in sorrow. Spurn the voyage, reject tomorrow. Skip to the end, mutilate the trend. A ceaseless depth, fast forward death. Joy of torture By life itself Survive the madness of living hell Rock bottom hits Face of bricks Confiscated time Never returned Worthy demons Your soul: no chance God came and took it from you and now you’ve reached the end. ...more
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Deadbody - Joy of Torture
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2022Oct 13
Artist - Deadbody Track - Joy of Torture Album - The Requiem Label - Closed Casket Activities Preorder - https://closedcasketactivities.com/co... Stream - https://orcd.co/deadfuckingbody All songs written & performed by Deadbody Produced, Engineered, & Mixed by Taylor Young at The Pit Recording Studio in Van Nuys, CA Mastered by Brad Boatright at Audiosiege in Portland, OR Photography by Kylla Young Art by Thomas Toye Lyrics Cast the line, projecting misery. What you’ll find, collective agony. Biding time with joy and horror. Dead in a pine box, solitary terror Joy of torture By life itself Survive the madness of living hell Slow death… Tread light through passing trees The road less traveled No end for the wandering man Each path is torture Cast the line, projecting misery. What you’ll find, cosmic brutality. Killing time drowning in sorrow. Spurn the voyage, reject tomorrow. Skip to the end, mutilate the trend. A ceaseless depth, fast forward death. Joy of torture By life itself Survive the madness of living hell Rock bottom hits Face of bricks Confiscated time Never returned Worthy demons Your soul: no chance God came and took it from you and now you’ve reached the end.

Closed Casket Activities

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