Carcass - The Heartwork EP

Artist: Carcass
Release: The Heartwork EP


1. Heartwork

Works of art, painted black
Magniloquent, bleeding dark
Monotonous palate, murky spectrum, grimly unlimited
Food for thought, so prolific
In contrasting shades, forcely fed
Abstraction, so choking, so provocative

A canvas to paint, to degenerate
Dark reflections, degeneration
A canvas to paint, to denigrate
Dark reflections of dark foul light

Profound, aesthetic beauty
Or shaded, sensory corruption
Perceptions, shattered, splintered, mirroring
In deft taints, diluted, tinted, spelt out in impaired colour
Denigrating, going to paint pain, not a pretty picture

Works of heart bleeding dark
Black, magniloquent art
Monotonous palate, murky spectrum, grimly unlimited
Prolific food for thought
Contrasting, fed with force
Abstraction, so choking, so provocative

Bleeding works of art
Seething work so dark
Seering words from the heart

2. This Is Your Life

The spirit distilled, the soul is bought
The DNA split, the virus is caught
The germination of reproduction
Complex patterns of genetic devolution
The die is cast

Birth, copulation, and death
Is this your life?
Birth, copulation, and death
Is this the meaning of life?

Is this the genesis of devolution?
The die is cast

Birth, copulation, and death
Is this your life?
Birth, copulation, and death
Is this the meaning of life?

Birth, copulation, and death
Is this your life?
Birth, copulation, and death
Is this the meaning

Birth, copulation, and death
Is this your life?
Birth, copulation, and death

3. Rot N Roll

Can you smell the rot?
As opportunity knocks
The foul stench of success

This carcass in decay
Well past it’s sell-by date
This time the fall comes before the pride

The chameleon’s changed its shade
But the same old song, to the same old tune is played
Falling to the bait
But the song still sounds the same
Let’s rot
C’mon, rot!

This carcass in decay
Tell me, can you smell the rot?

The chameleon’s changed its shade
But the same old song, to the same old tune is played
Kill me, it’s unbrave
But the song remains the same
Let’s rot, let’s rot
C’mon, rot!

Commiserations or celebrations of a rejuvenation?
Commiserations or celebrations of a rejuvenation?