Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Abortion

Care for a necrophilia

I was born a birthmark of cinders
Debris cast from the and Mother
A ring of slaughter, I spat in the waters
Of life that ran slick the stab wounds in her

Dub me Lord Abortion, the living
The bonesaw on the
On this night of giving head
A sharp entry, an exit in red
in the throat, on my come choke
The killing joke worn thin with

I grew up on the sluts bastard beat blue
Keepsake cunts cut full out puberty through

Aah! Nostalgia grows now times or ten
Within vice den called a soul
Dying resurrection I dig deep to come
The spasm of on a roll

I live the serrated rape, the bucks fizz of Amyl Nitrate
Victims fed their own face, tear stains upon the drape
I should them, to a warm Summer's day
But to the letter, it is better to their names to a grave

Counting my years on an strung
With labial and heartstrings undone

Dub me Lord Abortion, the living
The on the backseat
On bitter night of giving head
A sharp entry, an exit in red
in the throat, on my come choke
The killing joke thin with breath

Horror my diorama
A twelve so far psychodrama
Another chained I to harm Her
as well as out

A gasp inside the mask
I'm hard, blow my house of
All up death, her bleeding starts
In vermilion parts

Now I slither the hairline cracks
In sanity, best watch back
Possessed with levering Hell's gates
knives to cut humanity slack

My is to slay Anon
A sinner in the hands of a God
Who me prey, a Gilles De Rais
Of light faith leads truth astray

I guts and free the moistest faces
Corrupt the corpse and the choicest pieces
Her alabaster that dim the lit carnal grin
Vaginal skin to later and masturbate within

My heart was a wardrum beat by Jugular cults in Jungle vaults
When number fell in my lap lips and skin like sin
A Venus Mantrap my appetite whetted, crows wheeled
At the blurred edges or reason I was fulfilled

d'oeuvres eaten, I tucked her into
A coffin fit for the Queen of Spades
She went out like the in my mind
Her face an of pearl, of ruby wine

Much was a flux, but the mouth once for fucks
Came from retirement to prove she had not her touch
I kissed her viciously, maliciously,
But when has one been to best separate the three?

I know I'm sick as did, but this is what I do
I'll let you sleep when I am through, you whore

The suspect sher they least
Expect my burning to reach
The stranglehold, the arms
Seeking sweet meat with no holes

Rainbows my razors wrung
her screams and seams undone
Sung at the top of punctured
I bite my tongue

Lest curses spat from lairs
Freeze romance where angels,
Are lost to love, loss, despair
I weep, they stare
And stare, and stare, and stare, and stare, and