six feet under
ALIVE AND DEAD

Insect
Drowning
Grinder
Suffering In Ecstasy (Live)+
Human Target (Live)+
Lycanthropy (Live)+
Beneath A Black Sky (Live)*

SIX FEET UNDER IS:
CHRIS BARNES - VOICES
ALLEN WEST - LEAD AND RHYTM GUITAR
TERRY BUTLER - BASS
GREG GALL - DRUMS

PRODUCED BY BRIAN SLAGEL, BILL METOYER AND SIX FEET UNDER
ENGINEERED BY BILL METOYER
MIXED BY BRIAN SLAGEL AND BILL METOYER
RECORDED AT CRITERIA STUDIOS, MIAMI, FL.
ASSISTANT ENGINEER CHRIS CARROLL
+RECORDED IN PRATTLAND, SWITZERLAND JULY 12. 1996
*RECORDED IN HENGLO, HOLLAND JUNE 21. 1996
+RECORDED LIVE TO DAT BY JAMES ”HATTER” HATZ
MASTERED BY EDDIE SHREYER AT OASIS
COVER ART AND DESIGN BY BRIAN JAMES

INSECT
After we die, invading our bodily cavities
the young of insects feed
on our inactive brains
and numb spinal cords
open sores drain slow
spouting yellow pus - from us
dead human flesh brings nourishment
survival from what is dead and cold
our unburied carcass’
will be reduced to bone
open sores drain slow
spouting yellow pus - they’re feeding on our souls
a sickening odor seeps - from us

Inside they multiply
devour us piece by piece
new life from us, dead life not lost
they feed to hatch the spawn
devour us piece by piece
this dead life not lost
new life from us - dead life not lost
new life from us
open sores drain slow
spouting yellow pus
they’re feeding on our souls
a sickening odor seeps - from us
insect - insect, insect
maggots

DROWNING
Pulled down to the depths -
I feel that I’m going under
Swept away I struggle now
gasping for my last breath
Choking me - I cannot breathe
liquid vision, all I see
drifting - no sign of life
floating dead
the tide carries me
fluid fills my lungs, as my eyes open wide
I can’t reach the surface - no sense of true dirrection
my body turns - violently
cramping limbs - too weak to swim
drifting - no sign of life
floating dead
the tide carries me
drowning too weak to swim
floating dead - the tide carries me away
submerged in this grave
my body set a drift
skin is white and cold
sinking to the depths
in this liquid terror
dead and motionless
drifting - no sign of life
floating dead the tide carries me
drowning too weak to swim
floating dead the tide carries me
Crushed by rocks and current
I float up to the surface
My body washed ashore - swollen from exposure
black and blue, lifeless dead
suffocation - in liquid
drifting - no sign of life
floating dead the tide carries me
drowning too weak to swim
floating dead the tide carries me - away

GRINDER
Never straight and narrow
I won’t keep in time
Tend to burn the arrow
Out of the line

Been inclined to wander
Off the beaten track
That’s where there’s thunder
And the wind shouts back

Grinder
Looking for meat
Grinder
Wants you to eat

Got no use for routine
I shiver at the thought
Open skies are my scene
That’s why I won’t get caught

Refuse to bite the mantrap
Be led to set the snare
I love to have my sight
Capped everywhere

Grinder
Looking for meat
Grinder
Wants you to eat

I’ve held my licence
It came with birth,
For self reliance on this earth
You take the bullet
On which my name
Was etched upon me in your game

Day of the independence
Stamped us like a brand
Round the necks of millions
To the land

As the mighty eagle
I need room to breathe
Witness from the treadmill
I take my leave

Grinder
Looking for meat
Grinder
Wants you to eat
Grinder bitch
Looking for meat
Grinder motherfucker
Wants you to eat
Grinder

All music and lyrics by Chris Barnes and Allen West
except ”Grinder” by Kenneth Downing, Robert Halford and Glen Tipton

All songs published by Virgin Songs/Violent Music/Full Volume Music. BMI Administered by Virgin EMI Music Publishing.
Roadblock Music Inc./Obituary Music ASCAP.
Administered by Roadblock Music.
Except ”Grinder” published by EMI Songs Ltd. ASCAP.

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