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The New Wave of Rotten Fornication

by Phlegmesis

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This is the new wave of rotten fornication...
2.
Down in the Everglades, where the best meth is made The trailer park is full of brain rot and oral decay Cheap booze and cigarettes, a hooker half undressed Cocaine and fentanyl, they’re unsure if she’s dead The oceans calling, the sun is setting Descend the body into the depths Another body in the swamp, mauled by gators as it rots Another homeless person shot, a man’s face is eaten off by a chimpanzee Or some guy masturbating on bath salts at the bus station The new wave of rotten fornication Drunk driving at midnight, eat a stripper’s ass, go home and beat your wife Only in Florida; where the sunshine helps decompose the dead Only in Florida; America’s dick – pissing on everyone’s head Only in Florida; A paradise of lust for the young and old Only in Florida; A tropical graveyard of the ill-disposed Only in Florida... Another child trafficked on a private jet or giant yacht Watching porno in VR while you’re getting beaten off By AI machines or pegged by your step-mommy A new sex craze across the nation, the new wave of rotten fornication
3.
Tonight's the night, you’ll get it right Romantic dinner then go home and bang your wife The evening is going well, the wine is pouring fast Don’t let her catch you glancing at the waitress’ ass Your heart is racing, its time to go The room is spinning, Viagra overdose Your wife wants to drive home, you’ve had too much to drink As you stand up your dong erupts right through the seams Patrons screaming, waitress crying Raging boner, continues growing Your piece keeps extending, knocking over chairs Its red and angry, the rest of you is pale Someone has called the cops; you meet them at the door They fire at your cock, blood begins to pour Forced aspiration, a dick deflation And for indecent exposure, you’ll go to prison All for a plan to just go home and nail your wife Before they haul you out, you start to see the light Your heartbeat slowing, blood pressure low The room is fading, Viagra overdose...
4.
Puke your guts out! Too much alcohol, too many cigarettes Must find the bathroom in this small establishment The line is long, it’s coming on Saliva, nausea; no time for you to warn PUKE YOUR GUTS OUT Your chunky emesis on this girl’s brand-new dress She called her boyfriend over and he kicked your ass Puke your fucking guts out!
5.
Beneath the concrete we indulge in our filth Human waste – exquisite, poison fills my cup Erection infection, virulent fluids The sleezy; the easy; together in sin Take this, drink that, spike your fever for me You’ll dance like a zombie and soon enough amongst the dead My slimy hands caress your booty, I’ve got some tricks to please you SEPTIC EUPHORIA... Engorging the lusting, a virus; disgusting You feel it inside you; ecstasy expels your womb SEPTIC EUPHORIA... All my loves are dead, I dance with them in jest
6.
Under the city, beneath the garbage pile The dark ones lurketh, culling children’s souls like swine Drawn to the dungeon deep below the sewer pipes You can hear the whispers of them; the ones you followed here tonight No way back, the path is twisted and it’s gone pitch black Your mind is churning with the threat of attack with no protection From the devil and his pack Welcome, you’re just above hell...
7.
Filthspeak 02:04
I cut the tongue out as a trophy To commemorate this day It will ferment with the others; a mason jar on display Dicing the slimy muscle to create the perfect gumbo Tenderized human lies, add a pinch of salty blather Garnish it with the lips of an asshole eater The filth you speak got you in this stew I eat Boiled inside my crock-pot with allspice Awards I’ll win from the county fair this year Fed to your family and friends; can’t taste the difference
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Years spent in the cyber sewer have drained my whole sense of reality For me to return from the virtual Would be my return into a life of agony Engaged in digital slaughter in urine and rage I subconsciously fester Shame is unknown to me in this fabrication I kill without prejudice and mock their deaths most foully I eviscerate the pixilated corpses – the only entertainment I need As I become one with my meta-self Bound in chains of cables – here I am home; truly free My consciousness is uploaded Instruments of death are downloaded to my mainframe I am human perfection, the algorithm makes you obsolete Feed me, engorge me with data I disembowel your avatar... You watch helpless in your headset I have become the Alpha-virus Infecting you with subliminal cyber sexual propaganda and Satanic programmed code through personalized advertisement Do the virtual bleed? Do the virtual die? Engaged in digital slaughter in urine and rage I subsonsciously fester Shame is unknown to me in this fabrication I kill without remorse and mock their deaths foully Sedentary, fused into the chair Your husk is harvested but your soul lives on in a cyber cell
9.
I always knew when I buried him In my septic tank he would come back to haunt me So, I never sleep; his final words a curse – and tonight Macabre forces make good on his promise Up from the toilet, a hulking mass of shit With only one prerogative – to ensure it’s killer doesn’t live Trudging down the hall; the stench of shit permeates Creaking of the stairs; through brown-eyed vision stares Hearing mushy footsteps squelching, squeezing Leaving reeking heaps of feces streaking on the carpet; It finds its target Open fire – diarrhea blast into my face, I can’t react My skull is smashed, my eyes roll back A shitty death for a shitty friend
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Addicted to... My bed, my meds My phone, being alone The news, fast food Big guns, Pornhub Money, caffeine Football, alcohol My needs, my greed My lies, my desires My mind, my life ...everything

about

Throughout time and history, no matter where or when, all lifeforms on this earth have been connected by one basic primal function... to create waste. What used to fester beneath our violent streets has surfaced with one putrid intention: turn everything to shit. The debut full-length from Boston’s subhuman sewer pop outfit - PHLEGMESIS, “The New Wave of Rotten Fornication” explores the many possible explanations as to why everything today is so shitty. Dripping with dark, wet synths and deviant death grooves, this low-tuned party doom will have you on the dance floor acting stupid. One hit of this 35-minute sonic disembowelment will have you numbingly addicted, feeling filthy, and ready for more!

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credits

released February 12, 2024

All songs written, arranged, programmed, performed, recorded, and mixed by Joey Cinz

Solo on track #8 written and performed by Ray Brouwer

Outro on track #3 written and performed by Alex Khod

Vocal recording by Peter Walsh @ Heavy Hangs Studio

Mastered by Jeff Beckwith @ Witch House Studio

Logo and artwork by Mitch Bushnoe @ Mitch’s Toxic Art

Tape layout by Septic Fog

Special thanks to JD, MM, RS, and MR – forever my brothers in death

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