Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Abortion

Care for a little

I was born with a birthmark of
Debris cast from the and Mother
A of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters
Of life that ran 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
Lump in the throat, on my choke
The killing joke worn with breath

I grew up on the bastard Father beat blue
Keepsake cunts cut full out easing through

Aah! Nostalgia grows now nine or ten
Within vice den called a soul
Dying resurrection I dig deep to again
The spasm of orgasm on a

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

my years on an Abacus strung
With labial rings and heartstrings

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

Horror scopes my
A twelve so far psychodrama
Another chained I to harm Her
Inside as as out

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

Now I slither the hairline cracks
In sanity, best your back
Possessed levering Hell's gates wide
Liberating to cut humanity slack

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

I slit guts and free the faces
Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest
Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit grin
Vaginal skin to taste and masturbate within

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

Whores eaten, I tucked her into
A grave coffin fit for the Queen of
She went out like the light in my
Her face an avalanche of pearl, of ruby

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

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

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

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

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