Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Abortion

Care for a little

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

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

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

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

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

Counting my years on an Abacus
With labial and heartstrings undone

Dub me Lord Abortion, the living
The on the backseat
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

Horror scopes my
A twelve part so far
Another chained I mean to 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 parts

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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