Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Abortion

Care for a necrophilia

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 from the wounds in her

Dub me Abortion, the living dead
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 sluts bastard Father beat
Keepsake cunts cut out easing puberty through

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

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

Counting my on an Abacus strung
labial rings and heartstrings undone

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

Horror my diorama
A part so far psychodrama
Another I mean to harm Her
Inside as as out

A perverts gasp inside the
I'm hard, blow my house of
All up death, her bleeding starts
In brute vermilion

Now I through the hairline cracks
In sanity, watch your back
Possessed with levering gates wide
Liberating knives to cut humanity

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

I slit guts and the moistest faces
Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest
Her alabaster that dim the lit carnal grin
Vaginal skin to later taste and within

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

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

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

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

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

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

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