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I was born with a birthmark of cinders<br />debris cast from the stars and mother<br />a ring of bright slaughter, i spat in the waters<br />of life that ran slick from the stabwounds in her<br />Dub me lord abortion, the living dead<br />the bonesaw on the backseat<br />on this bitter night of giving head<br />a sharp rear entry, an exit in red<br />lump in the throat, on my come choke<br />the killing joke worn thin with breath<br />I grew up on the sluts bastard father beat blue<br />keepsake cunts cut full out easing puberty through<br />Aah! nostalgia grows<br />now times nine or ten<br />within this vice den called a soul<br />dying resurrection<br />i dig deep to come again<br />the spasm of orgasm on a roll...<br />I live the slow serrated rape<br />the bucks fizz of amyl nitrate<br />victims force fed thair own face<br />tear stains upon the drape<br />i should compare them<br />to a warm summer's day<br />but to the letter, it is better<br />to lichen their names to a grave<br />Counting my years on an abacus strung<br />with labial rings and heartstrings undone<br />Dub me lord abortion, the living dead<br />the bonesaw on the backseat<br />on this bitter night of giving head<br />a sharp rear entry, an exit in red<br />lump in the throat, on my come choke<br />the killing joke worn thin with breath<br />Horrorscopes my diorama<br />a twelve part (so far) psychodrama<br />another chained i mean to harm her<br />inside as well as out<br />a perverts gasp inside the mask<br />i'm hard, blow my house of cards<br />all turn up death, her bleeding starts<br />in brute vermillion parts...<br />Now i slither through the hairline cracks<br />in sanity, best watch your back<br />Possessed with levering hell's gates wide<br />liberating knives to cut humanity slack<br />My ambition is to slay anon<br />a sinner in the hands of a dirty god<br />who lets me prey, a gilles de rais<br />of light where faith leads truth astray<br />I slit guts guts and free the moistest facces<br />corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces<br />her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin<br />vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within<br />"my heart was a wardrum beat<br />by jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults<br />when number thirteen fell in my lap<br />lips and skin like sin, a venus mantrap<br />my appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled<br />at the blurred edges or reason 'til i was fulfilled<br />whors d'oeuvres eaten, i tucked her into<br />a grave coffin fit for the queen of spades<br />she went out like the light in my mind<br />her face an avalanche of pearl, of ruby wine...<br />much was a flux, but the mouth once good for fucks<br />came from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch<br />i kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously<br />but when has one been able to best seperate the three?<br />i know i'm sick as dahmer did, but this is what i do<br />aah, aah, ahh, i'll let you sleep when i am through..."<br />The suspect shadow sher they least<br />expect my burning grasp to reach<br />The stranglehold, the opened arms<br />seeking sweet meat with no holes barred<br />Rainbows that my razors wrung<br />midst her screams and seams undone<br />sung at the top of punctured lungs<br />i bite my spiteful tongue<br />lest curses spat from primal lairs<br />freeze romance where angels, bare<br />are lost to love, bloodloss, despair<br />i weep, they merely stare...<br />and stare, and stare, and stare, and stare.
New song lyrics
I was born with a birthmark of cinders<br />debris cast from the stars and mother<br />a ring of bright slaughter, i spat in the waters<br />of life that ran slick from the stabwounds in her<br />Dub me lord abortion, the living dead<br />the bonesaw on the backseat<br />on this bitter night of giving head<br />a sharp rear entry, an exit in red<br />lump in the throat, on my come choke<br />the killing joke worn thin with breath<br />I grew up on the sluts bastard father beat blue<br />keepsake cunts cut full out easing puberty through<br />Aah! nostalgia grows<br />now times nine or ten<br />within this vice den called a soul<br />dying resurrection<br />i dig deep to come again<br />the spasm of orgasm on a roll...<br />I live the slow serrated rape<br />the bucks fizz of amyl nitrate<br />victims force fed thair own face<br />tear stains upon the drape<br />i should compare them<br />to a warm summer's day<br />but to the letter, it is better<br />to lichen their names to a grave<br />Counting my years on an abacus strung<br />with labial rings and heartstrings undone<br />Dub me lord abortion, the living dead<br />the bonesaw on the backseat<br />on this bitter night of giving head<br />a sharp rear entry, an exit in red<br />lump in the throat, on my come choke<br />the killing joke worn thin with breath<br />Horrorscopes my diorama<br />a twelve part (so far) psychodrama<br />another chained i mean to harm her<br />inside as well as out<br />a perverts gasp inside the mask<br />i'm hard, blow my house of cards<br />all turn up death, her bleeding starts<br />in brute vermillion parts...<br />Now i slither through the hairline cracks<br />in sanity, best watch your back<br />Possessed with levering hell's gates wide<br />liberating knives to cut humanity slack<br />My ambition is to slay anon<br />a sinner in the hands of a dirty god<br />who lets me prey, a gilles de rais<br />of light where faith leads truth astray<br />I slit guts guts and free the moistest facces<br />corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces<br />her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin<br />vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within<br />"my heart was a wardrum beat<br />by jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults<br />when number thirteen fell in my lap<br />lips and skin like sin, a venus mantrap<br />my appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled<br />at the blurred edges or reason 'til i was fulfilled<br />whors d'oeuvres eaten, i tucked her into<br />a grave coffin fit for the queen of spades<br />she went out like the light in my mind<br />her face an avalanche of pearl, of ruby wine...<br />much was a flux, but the mouth once good for fucks<br />came from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch<br />i kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously<br />but when has one been able to best seperate the three?<br />i know i'm sick as dahmer did, but this is what i do<br />aah, aah, ahh, i'll let you sleep when i am through..."<br />The suspect shadow sher they least<br />expect my burning grasp to reach<br />The stranglehold, the opened arms<br />seeking sweet meat with no holes barred<br />Rainbows that my razors wrung<br />midst her screams and seams undone<br />sung at the top of punctured lungs<br />i bite my spiteful tongue<br />lest curses spat from primal lairs<br />freeze romance where angels, bare<br />are lost to love, bloodloss, despair<br />i weep, they merely stare...<br />and stare, and stare, and stare, and stare.
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