Morbid computer
Controls your mind
Morbid creation
Distort your sight
Break the chain
Snap out of it
Mechanic weapons of conformity
They enter your mind
To control and command
To shift your will
To delete you from your space
Worldwide confusion
Morbid computer
Controls your mind
Morbid creation
Distort your sight
supported by 9 fans who also own “Morbid Computer”
It hits you hard, grinds you to shreds, sniffs you up its nose, devours you and spits you out. Then it roles over you like a tank. Finally it pats you on the back and you have a beer together. I'm loving the shit out of this bastard. mourner
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Heads for the Dead prove once again that they are the best 'old-school' death metal band going. Their lyrics are drenched in horror and gore. Their music channels terror. They are the real deal. Hayduke X