Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Abortion

Care for a necrophilia

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

Dub me Abortion, the living dead
The bonesaw on the
On this night of giving head
A rear entry, an exit in red
Lump in the throat, on my come
The killing joke worn thin breath

I up on the sluts bastard Father beat blue
Keepsake cut full out easing puberty through

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

I live the slow serrated rape, the bucks fizz of Nitrate
Victims fed their own face, tear stains upon the drape
I should compare them, to a warm day
But to the letter, it is better to liken their names to a

Counting my years on an strung
With rings and heartstrings undone

Dub me Lord Abortion, the living
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 breath

Horror my diorama
A part so far psychodrama
Another I mean to harm Her
as well 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 through the hairline cracks
In sanity, best watch back
Possessed with Hell's gates wide
Liberating to cut humanity slack

My is to slay Anon
A sinner in the of a dirty God
Who lets me prey, a Gilles De
Of light where faith leads astray

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

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

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

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

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

The suspect shadow they least
Expect my burning to reach
The stranglehold, the opened
sweet meat with no holes barred

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

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