Отсутствует (исполнитель: Неизвестен)

I was born with a birthmark of cinders
Debris cast from the stars and Mother
ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters
Of life that ran slick from the stabwounds in Her 
Dub Me Lord Abortion, the living dead
The bonesaw on the backseat
On this bitter night of giving head
sharp rear entry, an exit in red
Lump in the throat, on [bad word] choke
The killing joke worn thin with breath 

I grew up on the [bad word] [bad word] Father beat blue
Keepsake [bad word] cut full out easing puberty through 

Aah! Nostalgia grows
Now times nine or ten
Within this vice den called a soul
Dying resurrection
I dig deep [bad word] again
The spasm of [bad word] on a roll... 

I live the slow serrated rape
The bucks fizz of amyl nitrate
Victims force fed thair own face
Tear stains upon the drape
I [bad word] them
To a warm Summer's day
But to the letter, it is better
To lichen their names to a grave 

Counting My years on an abacus [bad word] 
With labial rings and heartstrings undone 

Dub Me Lord Abortion, the living dead
The bonesaw on the backseat
On this bitter night of giving head
sharp rear entry, an exit in red
Lump in the throat, on [bad word] choke
The killing joke worn thin with breath 
Horrorscopes My diorama
twelve part (so far) psychodrama
Another chained I mean to harm Her
Inside as well as out
perverts gasp inside the mask
I'm hard, blow My house of cards
All turn up Death, Her bleeding starts
In [bad word] vermillion parts... 

Now I slither through the hairline cracks
In sanity, best watch your back 

Possessed with levering [bad word] #39;s gates wide 
Liberating knives to cut Humanity slack 

My ambition is to slay anon
sinner in the hands of a dirty God
Who lets Me prey, a Gilles De Rais
Of light where faith leads [bad word] astray 

I slit guts guts and free the moistest facces
 [bad word] the corpse and seize the choicest pieces
Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin
Vaginal skin to later taste and [bad word] within 

"My heart was a [bad word] beat
By jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults
When number thirteen fell in My lap
Lips and skin like sin, a Venus Mantrap
My appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled
At the blurred edges or reason 'til I was fulfilled
Whors d'oeuvres eaten, I tucked Her into
grave coffin fit for the Queen of Spades
She went out like the light in My mind
Her face an avalanche of pearl, [bad word] wine...
Much was a flux, but the mouth once good for [bad word] 
Came from retirement to prove She had not lost Her touch
I kissed Her viciously, maliciously, religiously
But when has ONE been able TO best seperate the THREE?
I know I'm sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I do
Aah, aah, ahh, I'll let you sleep when I am through..." 

The suspect shadow sher they least
Expect My burning grasp to reach 

The stranglehold, the opened arms
Seeking sweet meat with no holes barred 

Rainbows that My razors [bad word] 
Midst Her screams and seams undone
Sung at the top of punctured lungs
I bite My spiteful tongue
Lest curses spat from primal lairs
Freeze romance where Angels, bare
Are lost to love, bloodloss, despair
I weep, they merely stare...
And stare, and stare, and stare, and stare.
Послушать/Cкачать эту песню
Mp3 320kbps на стороннем сайте

Открытка с текстом :
Удобно отправить или распечатать
Создать открытку
У нас недавно искали песни:
Dead to Me Little Brother  Eater You  Eater Outside View  Девочка плачь  SNFU Better Than Eddie Vedder  SNFU Cannibal Cafe  Малыш я хочу тебя любить  По привычке 
О чем песня
Неизвестен - Отсутствует?
2020 © Tekstovoi.Ru Тексты песен