They split up in 2009.
Stigmatised
Nurzery [Rhymes] Lyrics
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Your flesh, feels so fine.
Your blood, tastes so sweet.
My lust, runs so deep.
Your skin, so divine.
Your flesh, feels so fine.
Your blood, tastes so sweet.
Sick little bitch,
I see you cry.
Sick little bitch,
Today, you're gonna die.
Sick little bitch,
I see you cry.
Sick little bitch,
Today, you're gonna die.
Sick little bitch...
Sick little bitch... Die.
Sick little bitch,
I see you cry.
Sick little bitch,
Today, you're gonna die.
Sick little bitch,
I see you cry.
Sick little bitch,
Today, you're gonna die.
Sick little bitch...
Sick little bitch...
These lyrics from Nurzery [Rhymes]'s song "Stigmatised" are highly controversial due to their violent and disturbing nature. The verses revolve around the singer's obsession with the subject's flesh and blood, which they describe in unsettlingly erotic terms. The chorus repeats the phrase "sick little bitch" several times, and the song ends with a chilling repetition of the phrase "today, you're gonna die." The combination of these elements creates a deeply unsettling and disturbing atmosphere, one that invites interpretations ranging from a condemnation of violent misogynistic attitudes to an exploration of the darker recesses of human desire.
It is possible to interpret the lyrics of "Stigmatised" as an exploration of the stigmatization and fetishization of marginalized bodies. By describing the subject's skin, flesh, and blood in such erotic terms, the singer seems to be both fetishizing and stigmatizing those attributes. This is reinforced by the repeated use of the phrase "sick little bitch," which seems to be both a condemnation and an exacerbation of the subject's "otherness." Additionally, the repeated references to death in the chorus suggest that the singer may be acting out of a desire for control and domination over the subject's body and life.
Line by Line Meaning
Your skin, so divine.
I am fetishizing your physical appearance and finding it to be incredibly attractive.
Your flesh, feels so fine.
I am objectifying your body and finding pleasure in touching it.
Your blood, tastes so sweet.
I am fantasizing about harming you and drinking your blood, which I find almost poetic.
My lust, runs so deep.
I am consumed by my desire for you and am willing to act on it at any cost.
Sick little bitch,
I am verbally degrading you, calling you a derogatory term.
I see you cry.
I am deriving pleasure from your pain and am enjoying watching you suffer.
Today, you're gonna die.
I am threatening your life and implying that violence towards you is inevitable.
Sick little bitch...
I continue to verbally insult and degrade you, further establishing my dominance and control over you.
Die.
I repeat my threat of violence towards you, solidifying my position as a dangerous and unpredictable individual.
Contributed by Wyatt S. Suggest a correction in the comments below.