Regurge
LP / 2004 - Bile Style

Frankenhole
LP / 2003 - Bile Style

The Copy Machine
LP / 2002 - Bile Style


Black From the Dead
LP / 2002 - Bile Style

Demonic Electronic (Reissue)
LP / 2002 - Bile Style

Demonic Electronic
LP / 2002 - Bile Style


Nightmare Before Krztoff
LP / 2000 - Bile Style


Sex Reflex (Reissue)
LP / 2003 - Bile Style


Sex Reflex
LP / 2000 - Bile Style


Teknowhore
LP / 1996 - Energy

Suckpump
LP / 1994 - Energy

Biledegradable
EP / 1997 - Energy


The Darkbeat EP
EP / 1996 - Energy

Compilations / Soundtracks


When the Dead Come Home
DVD / 2004 - Bile Style


"FRANKENHOLE"



#
Track Name
Lyrics
Disc One:
1
Head
2
Burnt
3
Ura Fucking Loser
4
I Reject
5
Feeling Like Shit
6
Get Out
7
Suckpump
8
Get Out (Radio Edit)
No
9
Ura Fucking Loser (Radio Edit)
No
     

Disc Two:

1
Intro
2
Teknowhore
3
Weather Control
4
No One I Call Friend
5
Habitual Sphere
6
Compound Pressure
7
Interstate Hate Song
8
Green Day
9
No I Don't Know
10
Suckers
No
11
Lowest Form
12
You Can't Love This (Pt. 1)
13
You Can't Love This (Pt. 2)
14
You Can't Love This (Pt. 3)
15
You Can't Love This (Pt. 4)
16
Solitude Is Bliss

RELEASED: 11/18/2003
LABEL: Bile Style Records
FORMAT: LP 
INFO:  Full title: "Frankenhole - The Reanimation of Dead Tissue." This is a remastered compilation of Bile's first two albums, "Suckpump" and "Teknowhore." All songs written, recorded, mixed, mastered, and engineered by Krztoff.

BUY: Underground Inc, CDNow

 

Head
Screaming in horror, deafening in hate.
Bleeding with fear, writhing in pain.
Retribution. Vindication.
MY BRAIN IS POUNDING!
MY BRAIN IS POUNDING!
MY BRAIN IS POUNDING! MY BRAIN!
Dying slow, wash away my thoughts.
Flying low, evil in its force.
Screaming in pain, screaming in pain, screaming in pain, scream!
MY BRAIN IS POUNDING!
MY BRAIN IS POUNDING!
MY BRAIN IS POUNDING!
MY BRAIN IS POUNDING!
Let me out! Let me in! Let me out! Let me in! I want in! Cancer eating, cancer feeding, cancer eaten!
Vindication!
Feeling so old, retribution untold.
SCREAMING IN PAIN!
SCREAMING IN PAIN!
SCREAMING IN PAIN!
SCREAMING IN PAIN!
My brain is pounding!
Mass redemption, hate obsession.
Monstrous, distort in fear.
Ostracize with staring eyes, right this wrong until it's near. SHUDDERING IN DISGUST!
No love, no love, no love, no love, no love, no
love...... POUNDING! POUNDING! POUNDING! NO LOVE!


Burnt
BURN! BURN! I just burn!
Minds to open, things to learn.
My dead brain is my concern.
So leave me be and let me burn!
BURN! BURN! BURN! BURN!
That's my fate! Let my lungs evacuate!
Feel no love, feeling hate, feel no urge to contemplate. BURN! BURN! THAT'S MY FATE!
Peering through these eyes of red, feeling high, feeling dead.
BURN! BURN!
For you and me, all alone and my T.H.C.
Burning all my time away, always got too much to say. Burning all my time away, always got too much to say. Burning all my time away, save it for another day.
BURN! BURN! THAT'S MY FATE!

Ura Fucking Loser
As I bake in this rancid oven that we call earth, hard to breathe through filth and muck that rides our air.
All I taste, the bile phlegm collects within.
Feeling like shit, again, again, again, again!
URA FUCKING LOSER AND YOU ARE NOTHING!
Never rise, stuck within the depths of which I dwell.
No way out, feel I'll meet my maker soon.
I'm just waiting to die and take a different form.
I am cold, smiling as hate keeps burning my soul.
URA FUCKING LOSER AND YOU ARE NOTHING!
You're a fucking loser!
That's all that you'll be.
You're just a fucking loser!
No, not me!
URA FUCKING LOSER AND YOU ARE NOTHING!
FUCK OFF YOU AIN'T SHIT!

I Reject
I am the living dead, I see in infra-red.
I take what I don't need, I crush - you bleed.
I REJECT!
I fall out of line, I kill on my own time.
I stand where you don't dare, my stench in the air!
I REJECT!

Feeling Like Shit

Living underground and working downtown, got one foot in the grave.
Punching, kicking, shooting, stabbing, but there's no way I'll be saved!
My dream it seems to be turning lean to get back to the top, put a gun to my head wishing I was dead, a bang, some blood, then stop.
FEELING LIKE SHIT!
FEELING LIKE SHIT!
FEELING LIKE SHIT!
AGAIN AND AGAIN!
FEELING LIKE SHIT!
FEELING LIKE SHIT!
FEELING LIKE SHIT!
LIKE I NEVER KNEW I CAN!
This medication that I'm taking is making me see things strange, hallucinations, bad vibrations, I beg you make this change.
The doctor said about my head: "You've only got a month to live!"
But that was 2 years ago and I know that I look like the living dead!
FEELING LIKE SHIT!
FEELING LIKE SHIT!
FEELING LIKE SHIT!
AGAIN AND AGAIN!
FEELING LIKE SHIT!
FEELING LIKE SHIT!
FEELING LIKE SHIT!
AND I KNOW I'M GONNA DIE...
Listen to me when I say, I've slit my wrists thirteen times, not once did I succeed.
There's always someone there who claims they care but I just want to bleed!
I'm in this hell but still alive, just want it to end.
I'll stay hurting and I'll keep hurting, pain is my friend.
FEELING LIKE SHIT!
FEELING LIKE SHIT!
FEELING LIKE SHIT!
AGAIN AND AGAIN!
FEELING LIKE SHIT!
FEELING LIKE SHIT!
FEELING LIKE SHIT!
AGAIN AND AGAIN!
FEELING LIKE SHIT!
FEELING LIKE SHIT!
FEELING LIKE SHIT!
I JUST WANT TO DIE!
Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!
FEELING LIKE SHIT!
AGAIN AND AGAIN!
FEELING LIKE SHIT!
LIKE I NEVER KNEW I CAN!
FEELING LIKE SHIT!
AGAIN AND AGAIN!
LOOKING LIKE SHIT!
TALKING LIKE SHIT!
FEELING LIKE SHIT!
AND I JUST WANT TO DIE...

Get Out
Voices screaming to reject my will, engulf me, control me, command me to kill.
Ripping and tearing and fucking me to death, raging flame of hate inside, builds with every single breath...
IN FRONT OF ME!
BEHIND ME!
INSIDE ME!
SURROUNDS ME!
GET OUT!
Constant vibrations, twist through my blood.
Thrusting me forward to what I've come to love.
I'm getting beat with my own brain to slaughter with a smile, my ears bleed, my eyes cross, I'm drowning in my own BILE...
IN FRONT OF ME!
BEHIND ME!
INSIDE ME!
SURROUNDS ME!
GET OUT!
VANISH!

Suckpump

Wheeda, wheeda! Whadda, whadda! Hooda, hooda! Hah!

Intro
(Instrumental)

Teknowhore
Depression sets in, my world is grim.
Depression is in, post life is dim.
I am so low.
I am at a low.
I'm beneath the hopes and dreams of everything I know.
I see the road to nowhere, it's tattooed in my brain.
I'm spitting chunks of BILE, that's drowning me insane!
TEKNOWHORE!
Depression is in, my world is grim.
Depression is in, it's taken me in.
I am so low.
I am at a low.
I'm beneath the hopes and dreams of everything I know.
I've seen the road to nowhere, I've seen it in my brain.
What I want and what I am, will never be the same!
TEKNOWHORE!


Weather Control
Manic Depression!
My spastic obsession!
Lose and fall and fail and stop.
I make my way back from the top.


No One I Call Friend
All of them are losers!
All of them are fake!
All of them are demons!
All of them just take!
All of them are two-faced!
All of them just speak!
So wrapped up in their own lies they don't see themselves so weak!
NO ONE I CALL FRIEND!
You are not my friend!
All of them are pathetic!
All of them are shit!
All of them aren't worthy!
They're not worth my spit!
All of you are victims!
All of them are thieves!
Consume, devour and fuck themselves just like a piece of meat!
NO ONE I CALL FRIEND!
You are not my friend!
You're all fucking losers!
Left you all behind.
I took some time to realize, you are not my kind.
All of you are gluttons!
All of you are mutts!
Flap around in your own BILE, you fat, fucking sluts!
NO ONE I CALL FRIEND!
You are not my friend!
You are not my friend!


Habitual Sphere
Pain in my eyes, in my head, in my soul.
Pain for the way that you take control.
Pain for the way that your kissing my skin.
Pain is the key that will let you in.
Pain is the feeling that's never subsiding.
Pain is the word that the whole world is fighting.
Pain keeps on growing 'cause you are all lying.
Pain is my friend now that everyone's dying.
Pain on my hands.
Pain on my feet.
Smile on my face.
Death so sweet.
A habit of fear.
A habit of fear.
Fear is here in my habitual sphere.
Begin the mutation to a castrated witch.
Implode through my arteries, slice off that bitch.
I will be strong yet body so weak.
Through death I live, true death I seek.
A habit of fear.
A habit of fear.
Fear is here in my habitual sphere.
Fear is here in my habitual sphere.


Compound Pressure
I am the scumbag that you want to kick, because your girl - she sucked my dick.
Frustration eats you from inside, knowing I got a
piece of her hide.
So we laugh at you as I'm flying the cum, I'm the home wrecker and the damage is done.
Your little slut, whore, wife won't be the same, you make her cum - she screams my name!
COMPOUND PRESSURE!
You have no power, I devour.
I got a big fat cock and I shot her face, swallowed my spunk with no disgrace.
Did her doggy style up her fucking ass, BILE style - bloody
and fast!
Let all my friends dog her when I was through, she was thinking of you when she fucked my whole crew.
I'm the lowest motherfucker now that is true, but I fucked your woman to get back at you.
COMPOUND PRESSURE!
You have no power, I devour.
You ain't nothing, how does it feel?


Interstate Hate Song
I'm drinking the chalice, that is filled with BILE.
There is no love, just hatred, bleed with a smile.
A slit wrist, a big kiss, send you on your way.
Come down here with me, and blacken my day.
They've already killed you, you can't be alive.
There is no indestructible, no one survives!
They've already killed you, you are not alive!
You are not alive!
No one survives!
Disagreement, argument, judgement, then war!
Peaceful harmony - these things I abhore!
A bonfire, a bullet, burnt at the stake.
I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!
I HATE!


Green Day
Toxins in the airways, venom for all to taste.
A death grip love for my remote, spewing blood, shit and paste.
Help me take my medicine, so the pain will go away.
I'm all fucked up on valium, I can't move my lips to say - The world is so beautiful, everything's O.K.
The world is so beautiful, what the fuck day is it today?
It's a green day you dumb fuck!


No I Don't Know
I can talk and talk and talk, you don't listen to what I say.
I can scream one thousand screams, you always cry, "No way!"
You are stuck in a little world, a closed mind, your fate.
The more and more you look at me, the more and more I hate.
NO I DON'T NO!
Things you do drive me up the wall, you do them to dig into me, hoping I will fall.
Well I have some advice for you, so as not to
waste your time.
I'm coming to a boil and vengeance will be mine.
NO I DON'T NO!
Feelings of love, feelings of hate, I can't decide which one to take.


Suckers
(Instrumental)

Lowest Form
You are my life, my phantom god.
You've got all I desire.
You're not me, that's the strongest point of you.
Abnormal lust, infects my blood.
You are all I admire.
I am the lowest form of you.
Piss all over me, I piss all over you.
Despise my life, 'cause I'm not you.
I know that I'm a liar.
I am the lowest form of you.
I beat myself for you.
I give myself for you.
I'll do anything to, anything to meet you.
I'll lose myself for you.
I end myself for you.
I'll do anything to, anything to make you...piss all over me.
I am the lowest form of you.

You Can't Love This pts. 1, 2, 3, 4
Waiting alone in the back of a lie, chewing on stone cause I don't want to die.
Breeding in muck, 'till my spleen rots away.
Screaming in dark, nothing more I can say.
You can't love this.
Yes, the attitude puts you in fear.
Screaming, contorting, the end is near.
Hatred and hatred and hatred inside, you did this to me
now you must DIE.
You can't love this.
Not liked and not wanted, not needed.
Don't flaunt it.
Not cool or down with it.
Loser.
Just stay seated.
A creep in all aspects.
A creep in your backseats.
A creep in all your minds.
I don't care...
What you say means nothing.
What you think means nothing.
What you want means nothing.
What you see means nothing.
What you take means nothing.
What you feel means nothing.
What you are means nothing.
Who you are means nothing.
Nothing...
I hate you you fucking cunt...

Solitude Is Bliss
So as you cry, as the tears slowly slip from your eyes.
I watch, standing, laughing above memories.
So as you die, as the blood slowly slips from your veins.
I watch, standing, laughing above memories.
I am a reflection of you... Solitude is bliss...



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