Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Abortion

Care for a little

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

Dub me Abortion, the living dead
The on the backseat
On this bitter night of head
A sharp rear entry, an in red
in the throat, on my come choke
The joke worn thin with breath

I grew up on the sluts bastard Father blue
Keepsake cunts cut full out easing puberty

Aah! Nostalgia grows now times or ten
this vice den called a soul
Dying resurrection I dig to come again
The of orgasm on a roll

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

my years on an Abacus strung
With rings and heartstrings undone

Dub me Abortion, the living dead
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 breath

scopes my diorama
A twelve part so far
chained I mean to harm Her
Inside as as out

A perverts gasp inside the
I'm hard, blow my house of
All turn up death, her starts
In brute parts

Now I through the hairline cracks
In sanity, best your back
Possessed with Hell's gates wide
knives to cut humanity slack

My ambition is to Anon
A sinner in the hands of a God
Who lets me prey, a De Rais
Of light where leads truth astray

I slit and free the moistest faces
Corrupt the corpse and seize the pieces
Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal
Vaginal to later taste and masturbate within

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

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

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

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

The shadow sher they least
Expect my grasp to reach
The stranglehold, the arms
Seeking meat with no holes barred

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

curses spat from primal lairs
Freeze where angels, bare
Are to love, blood loss, despair
I weep, they merely
And stare, and stare, and stare, and stare, and