Luyện nghe bài hát In Lieu Of Dead Brides...Claustrofuckingphobic

Fucked on the gurney you're black and blue,
by beheaded who cackle and coo.
let a medic of blasphemous birth
flavor his with the salt of the earth?
and hymnals condemn you to die,
and oh how the acolytes

"Lay them on the like dead virgins.
Goddess of the we praise thee.
Gloria.
For every one of our tortured
a thousand of sons will burn."

Fist through your gums a five fingered kiss.
A sad toothless in post coital bliss.
Roll up dollar, and powder your nose,
you'll up like semen on dark colored clothes.
Forceps and scalpel make a of flesh,
and oh how the sing?

They're pointing, laughing, he begs
his tormentors for just one
of that wicked between her legs,
it goes away,
and she away.