Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Abortion

Care for a necrophilia

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

Dub me Lord Abortion, the living
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 worn thin with

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

Aah! Nostalgia grows now times or ten
Within this vice den called a
Dying I dig deep to come again
The spasm of orgasm on a

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 warm day
But to the letter, it is better to liken their to a grave

Counting my years on an strung
With rings and heartstrings undone

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

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

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

Now I slither through the cracks
In sanity, best your back
with levering Hell's gates wide
Liberating knives to cut humanity

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

I slit and free the moistest faces
Corrupt the and seize the choicest pieces
Her alabaster limbs dim the lit carnal grin
Vaginal skin to later taste and within

My heart was a beat by Jugular cults in Eerie Jungle vaults
number thirteen 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 the light in my mind
Her face an avalanche of pearl, of wine

Much was a flux, but the mouth once for fucks
Came from retirement to prove she had not her touch
I her viciously, maliciously, religiously
But when has one been to best 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 suspect shadow they least
Expect my burning grasp to
The stranglehold, the arms
Seeking sweet meat with no barred

that my razors wrung
Midst her screams and undone
Sung at the top of punctured
I bite my spiteful

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