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


"SUCKPUMP
"


#
Track Name
Lyrics
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

RELEASED: 8/9/1994
LABEL: Energy Records
FORMAT: LP 
INFO:  "Suckpump" is now out of print. A remastered version can be found in the "Frankenhole" digipak. Written and recorded by Krztoff. Produced and engineered by Slave, Void, and Krztoff.

BUY: Out of print.

 

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

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