The pious pour their pity pure
I can sell a little cure
The burning flesh
The sweetest smell
I kiss the angel
Burnt in [bad word] I watch your fallen boring fate
As you sweat and you [bad word] I'm touching you but cannot feel
But one small poke and you will squeal
 [bad word] consume
Creep on to your closing tomb

No whiskey [bad word] at your door
Not a light for your [bad word] Not a word that I can hear
The stench of [bad word] tells me you're near

Your god is gaping
Your god is waiting
Your terror rises
To no surprises

Mirror mirror on the wall
Doberman's are in the hall
Mirror mirror on the wall
Take off that blindfold face them all
Mirror mirror on the wall
Dope bonanza in the mall
Mirror mirror on the wall
Hold on tight i'll [bad word] you all