Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Abortion

Care for a necrophilia

I was with a birthmark of cinders
Debris from the stars and Mother
A of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters
Of that ran slick from the stab wounds in her

Dub me Abortion, the living dead
The bonesaw on the
On this bitter night of head
A sharp rear entry, an 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 cut full out easing puberty through

Aah! grows now times nine or ten
Within this den called a soul
Dying I dig deep to come again
The of orgasm on a roll

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

my years on an Abacus strung
With labial rings and heartstrings

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

scopes my diorama
A part so far psychodrama
Another I mean to harm Her
as well as out

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

Now I slither the hairline cracks
In sanity, best watch your
Possessed with levering gates wide
Liberating to cut humanity slack

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

I slit guts and the moistest faces
Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest
Her limbs that dim the lit carnal grin
Vaginal to later taste and masturbate within

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

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

Much was a flux, but the mouth good for fucks
Came from retirement to prove she had not lost her
I her viciously, maliciously, religiously
But when has one been able to best separate the

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

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

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

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