Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Abortion

Care for a little

I was born a birthmark of cinders
Debris cast from the and Mother
A ring of slaughter, I spat in the waters
Of life that ran slick 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
in the throat, on my come choke
The killing worn thin with breath

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

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

I live the slow serrated rape, the fizz of Amyl Nitrate
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 their names to a

my years on an Abacus strung
With labial rings and undone

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

scopes my diorama
A twelve so far psychodrama
Another chained I mean to Her
Inside as as out

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

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

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

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

My was a wardrum beat by Jugular cults in Eerie Jungle vaults
When number thirteen 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 tucked her
A grave fit for the Queen of Spades
She went out like the light in my
Her face an avalanche of pearl, of wine

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

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

The shadow sher they least
Expect my grasp to reach
The stranglehold, the opened
Seeking sweet with no holes barred

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

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