Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Abortion

Care for a necrophilia

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

Dub me Lord Abortion, the living
The on the backseat
On this bitter of giving head
A sharp entry, an exit in red
Lump in the throat, on my come
The killing joke thin with breath

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

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

I live the slow serrated rape, the bucks fizz of Amyl
force 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 names to a grave

Counting my years on an Abacus
With labial rings and undone

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

Horror scopes my
A part so far psychodrama
Another chained I mean to Her
as well as out

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

Now I through the hairline cracks
In sanity, watch your back
with levering Hell's gates wide
Liberating knives to cut slack

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 guts and free the moistest
Corrupt the corpse and the choicest pieces
Her alabaster limbs dim the lit carnal grin
Vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate

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

Whores d'oeuvres eaten, I tucked her
A grave coffin fit for the of Spades
She went out like the 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 lost her
I kissed her viciously, maliciously,
But when has one able to best separate the three?

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

The suspect shadow sher least
my burning grasp to reach
The stranglehold, the opened
Seeking sweet meat no holes barred

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

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