The Total Extent Of Pure Excess

by Exit Smashed

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released May 30, 2015

Nille: Vocals
Buddy: Rhythm/Lead Guitars
Felix: Lead/Rhythm Guitars & Backing Vocals
Paddy: Lead Bass & Backing Vocals
Ken: Drums, Additional Vocals & Backing Vocals

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Exit Smashed Hamburg, Germany

"New Age Bay Area Thrash" that makes you bang until your neck gets a six-pack!
Pack your jacket, pick up your axe and follow us ....

"Thrashers of the world unite.
Crush violent dancers tonight.
Because WE ARE AT WAR with your goddamn scene!"
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Track Name: To Set Myself On Fire
Fire!

Let the flames devour me.
From my head to my feet I am defeat.
That's what I am, feast for the heat.
A burning desire to set myself on fire.

To set myself on fire!

Unusual choice for a suicidal death.
Burning eyes stare at a melting past.
Skin turned to ash, bones fall as coal, dust in the wind.

My innards fry, as I'm left to die.
The air gets thicker. Smoke fills my lungs.
A final breath, my last desire.
You claimed to understand, all those wasted years.
Drowning in fuel, now I stand here.
Been devoured by my last desire.

To set myself on fire.
My face melts down.
A purification's starting.
I'm burning to the ground.
With no sound... sound!

Pal to foe, you've let me go and kicked me off the plank, my friend.
The past, erased and flushed away and you don't care as I become insane.

(leads: Felix)

To set myself on fire!

Skin!: Burning and peeling
Bones!: Glowing and melting
My soul!: Released from all anguish
Fuck off I am leaving...

...with a grin upon my face.
Through the fire I will escape.
The air gets thicker. Smoke fills my lungs.
A final breath, my last desire.
You claimed to understand, all those wasted years.
Drowning in fuel, now I stand here.
Been devoured by my last desire.

To set myself on fire!
Carburizing flame,
scortching up my brain,
do you know my name?

Now look into my eyes.
Can you see through my eyes?
Maybe you forgot my name,
but I hope one day you'll feel
the same!...
Track Name: Who's Your God?
Addiction. The vicious circle you've chosen.
Bow down to the weakness.
Slave to your own brain, blinded by the habit, struggling for no gain.

Shutdown and lay yourself to sleep.
Prostitute for the need.
Building your own coffin and resign to the shit you're in.


Who's your God?
The needle to inject the smack?
Chemicals made to neglect.
The artist of a derelicted life.
Believe that numbness feels so bright.
Take one nose, open your ears.
I'll tell you who is your god.

Nothing!

Selling relatives is the order,
your kids will do fine in the child labour,
You're so dumb, you're so fucked,
in the need to get a base-bat-struck.

Day in day out the burden rises,
slipping from crisis to crisis.
Amphetamines won't make you quit,
pushing the knife into your wrists.

Dead! Already!
Dead! Already dead!

That's what you are...

(lead: Buddy)

There is nothing left to say as long as you're this way.

Stab the needle! Sniff the line! Hope to find yourself hiding somewhere inside!
Falling apart.

Fall!

Who's your God?
The needle to inject the smack?
Chemicals made to neglect.
The artist of a derelicted life.
Passenger of the sweet junk flight.
Take one nose, open your ears.
I'll tell you who is your god.

Nothing!
Track Name: Coprophagia
Cutie of mom and dad.
Sick.

Her room, a purification-plant,
As long as no one enters, there won’t be an end.
The sweet, dirty taste of a backdoor bread,
Lyin' on her tongue, this can’t be wrong.
She won’t waste a thought about her health,
As she’s flyin’ high on the rusty smell,
The warm, hard sausage right between her teeth,
So smooth, so right to be repeated every night.

Changes did start some time ago,
From beauty to scatcrow.
Something in her head got terribly wrong,
With the way her nutrition is done.

Recycling every piece from it.

Inhale the fumes,
A smell of re-digested death,
Beyond our imagination,
This is more than defecation,
And it’s the way it goes,
From beauty to scatcrow.
Co-Pro-Phagia

(lead: Felix)

Sick!

Transformed into a chute,
Ready for your anal-shoot,
The flavour of an intestine,
slushy, abnormal consistency.

The pressure on his face,
In her eyes a glimpse of grace,
Her dreams just became true,
To consume what he consumed.

Inhale the fumes,
A smell of re-digested death,
Beyond our imagination,
This is more than defecation,
And it’s the way it goes,
From beauty to scatcrow.
Co-Pro-Phagia
Track Name: We Are At War
Rage will burst into your face,
We strike. Feel knuckles arrive.
Straight through your skull.
A bloodbath is our goal.

Deadly sharp as razors,
Fast as fuck this body struck.
Here we come to pulverize,
With all demise.

Say goodbye to your life!
Breaking your every bone.

We are at war! – A wave of thrash has come to town
We are at war! – Dead rising fists will strike you down
No one of you survives.
We get paid by taking posers lifes!

We are at war!

Laughing at your sissie cries

Thrashers of the world unite.
Crush violent dancers tonight.
Whirlwind circle pit rolling on.
Tear ‘em apart so they won’t live on!

Show no mercy. Fight stupidity.
Our words, a slap in their face.

We are at war! – A wave of thrash has come to town
We are at war! – Dead rising fists will strike you down
No one of you survives.
We get paid by taking posers lifes!

We are at war!

Pissing on your dying eyes!

Take your steroids, tribal tattooed, kung-fu fighting.
Hilarious fool, victim of our force.
Viciously we roll into your home.
And burn it to the ground.

(lead: Felix / Buddy)

No one! – Will keep us down
No one! – Will hold us back
No one! – We’re out to attack

At war with your goddamn scene,
Goddamn cunthole, shithead scene,
Homophobic, goddamn scene,
At war with your fucking scene!
Track Name: B.F.A.M.
(lead: Felix)

Two beasts hell couldn't digest,
the belly of satan had to reject,
thrown back onto earth,
to proceed our final test.

We suffer forever and ever – Ever!
Like groundmeat with a soul,
at dawn we're gone.

Grinding teeth, their teeth grind.

Alcohol fueled, unwilling to stop,
until our last flesh drops.
Bled dry, fried, barbecued.
We're their food.

Hell unleashed the beasts,
upon us they'll feast – Feast!
Fulfilling their perverse dream,
put an end to humanity.

Their teeth grind but before we die,
we melt by their stomach acid.
Our freedom has died,
as their pleasure rates rise.
The doom we're in never ends!

Stomping over the globe,
in search for virgins and dope!

The sound of their names will make us whimper:
Bambi Flo and Ayhan Maiden
Torn bodies everywhere and they don't care,
Bambi Flo and Ayhan Maiden
A cold feeling climbs from feet to chin, deep from within.
B.F.A.M.
Tribaled muscles won't take a stand,
They'll break you, man.
B.F.A.M.

(lead: Felix)

The sound...

B.F.A.M.!
Track Name: Stomp
Guts falling out of your stomach,
a loss of innards, no time to vomit.
Bones are cracking, eyeballs squeezing.
Increasing rates of breath will not ease the pain.

Your remains, a puzzle to recombine.
I don't know how to waste my time,
and i'm hot to commit another crime.

Lets... Stomp the Shit out of them and show 'em the real truth

There is no reason for respect to be given,
so don't dare to disrespect the daggers.
A work of art, your blood that splatters.

Lets... Stomp the Shit out of them and show 'em the real truth

(lead Buddy)

Years and years of endless bullshit,
coming from your lips of falsehood,
anger rises, fists are clenched,
stuffing back your double standard,
way of life...

Lets... Stomp The Shit out of them and show 'em the real truth
Track Name: My Feast
No voice, no sound, so quiet around.
Conversations are overrated
Don`t need to tell how pretty you look,
even with a cutted throat.
The only thing that, really makes me sick
Are bruises all over your body.

You're my feast! Dead at least!

To return the beauty from all this fleck
i start to rip your skin.
Let the masquerade begin.
Creating my art with your sweetheart

Rotten teeth! - I nosh every shred
Grind dead meat! - Also the least
You're the feast
I'm the beast, that fell in love

Day by Day and Piece by piece
You'll become a part of me,
The reason for my extasy.
Dirty and spoiled you lie there
with empty eyes that don't stop to stare

On and On! Nothing's Wrong!

take a look, though I know you can't
and never will smell the sweat from my thrill
Marinaded in grease. You're my feast.

Deep in the woods, I'm sawing through your bones,

as flies and maggots chew off your throat,
I'm shocked 'cause I know what they're about.
They want to eat, but you belong in me!
So I punch ' em hard off my artwork!


Shred after shred. Wine and dine, I'm feeling fine.
With you by my side. My bled dry bride.
Victimized by satanic rites.
Placing my hot anvil between your cold thighs.

On and On! Nothing's Wrong!
It's been too long
The Time has come,
you are rotting in the sun.
It has been fun, but now I'm done


And your skin has turned to leather.
You dirty smelling girl: cadaver.
Another down is broken, like your neck
Dry skin dry withins!
Track Name: Graceful As F***
Here is my business card, c'mon, c'mon, shake my hand.
Who's your man?
Well educated. Sharp dressed, I rape your face.
Every face!

Oh my god, I'm Graceful as Fuck.
Driving faster than a lightning struck.
A love machine in control.
I'm filling every female hole!
Schizo-Necrophiliac.
Switching faces, mercy I do lack.
I'm back, bitches. And do it again!
Dismember and eat more women.

Excuse me what time is it? Time for protection money, bitch!
Loud, rude, hot as hell. See my tie, estrogens fry.
Estrogens fry!
Always in a perfect shape. Shaved, oiled, girls blood boils.
The wound of a men's world, bangin' milfs and horny girls.
Horny girls!

I'm back!

Thinkin' back on what I did, I have to smile,
remembering their faces as they died.
Sweat and screams, blood in streams, my work of art.
Peeling skin from flesh, part by part.
I was driven by a thirst, spit onto rights.
No one dared to leave home by night.
Women lost, body found, I was around.
Mercyless killing without sound.
Pick up bitches from the bars to screw in the yard,
or pay a slut to jump in my car.
At first drink and drive, then dance for my knife.
My service has been paid with a life.

Rotting in my inner cell. A part of hell.
No one hears my silent screams,
Those nightmares were just my own dreams.
Days turned into years, but still I am here.
And without fear of the day I'll go,
when they send me onto my deathrow.

Victims had to swallow my scat, just seconds before they joined the dead.
And their remains by my excrements stained. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

(lead: Felix)

(lead: Paddy)

Schizophrenic, necrophiliac, goddamn so swell: Graceful as Fuck!
Fucking awesome, lethal and rich, stupid bitch.
My knifes are sharpened, daggers blazin', scissors pokeing:
Graceful as Fuck!
Fuckin' dead, fuckin' dead you are dead!

Carnage in my bed!
Track Name: What I've Eaten
Grunz

This is no sickness,
it's a way of life.
But you won't understand,
don't dare to ask why.
Beauty is shown,
with skin-tubed bones,
those two things are all I own...

Thinner! Thinner!

Salat with water,
orangejuice and cotton,
unhealthy nutrition
feeds my addiction.

What I've eaten has been put on display.
What I've eaten turned into sour clay.
What I've eaten: thrown up again.
Eat, vomit, eat, vomit day by day.

Eat, vomit, eat,
Day by day, by day,...

(lead: Paddy)

What I've eaten has been put on display.
What I've eaten turned into sour clay.
What I've eaten: thrown up again.
Eat, vomit, eat, vomit day by day.

One moment on your lips,
forever on your hips.
Rather force spilling gastric juice.
It's one of my secret tips!

I stick to the rules, live the movement.
The A.N.A. Noose: a personified best friend.
Don't tell me: „beauty comes from within.“
You don't know the passion of beeing thin.

Eat! Eat!
Eat all day long and vomit through the night.
Finger! Throat!
Throw it up and never never gonna stop!

What I've eaten has been put on display.
What I've eaten turned into sour clay.
What I've eaten: thrown up again.
Eat, vomit, eat, vomit day by day.

(lead: Felix)
Track Name: Leg Drop Time!
Hogan knows best, fuck the rest.
He will send them to death.
With his running leg drop,
he breaks every neck.

Can’t control the beast,
crazy eyes stare at the feast.
The last thing you’ll feel is
dominating pain, which never heals.

His pointing finger and the ripped shirt,
and his signature moves that make bitches squirt.
He wears a moustache since he’s on earth,
a trend setting Idol with only two words.

Leg Drop! Leg Drop Time!

Fear the power of aggression and violence,
Dread the strength of a real man,
Fear the impact of athletic perfection,
Dared only by the real American.

Like a bulldozer, he crushes land and seas.
Torments his enemies eternally.
You will have to face your destiny.
When he will execute a Perfect Hogan Leg Drop on you!
Your worst nightmares will become true!

And the best of all is that it will even punish back in time.
Put damage to your neck and your daddy’s neck and your
grand, grand, grand daddy’s neck, too.

Now can you feel it?
He smells your fear!
No one remembers,
‘cause no one survived.

Hulkamania back in charge.
Hogan Leg drop ruins you all.
He puts you back in your place,
to smear shit all over your face.


1, 2, 3, Pinfall


Enough is enough you just got what you deserve.
Kneel down and cheer for him, Hulkster arrived!

Fear his grin, armed with muscles from feet to chin.
Pumpin' weights at the gym, bodyslammin' all your kin.

Leg Drop!
Leg drop Time!
Leg Drop!
Hogan Leg Drop Time!