Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Abortion

Care for a little

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

Dub me Abortion, the living dead
The on the backseat
On this bitter night of head
A rear entry, an exit in red
in the throat, on my come choke
The joke worn thin with breath

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

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

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

Counting my years on an strung
With labial rings and heartstrings

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

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

A perverts gasp the mask
I'm hard, my house of cards
All turn up death, her bleeding
In brute vermilion

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

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

I guts and free the moistest faces
Corrupt the and seize the choicest pieces
Her alabaster that dim the lit carnal grin
Vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate

My heart was a 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 wheeled
At the blurred edges or reason till I was

d'oeuvres eaten, I tucked her into
A grave coffin fit for the Queen of
She out like the light in my mind
Her an avalanche of pearl, of ruby wine

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

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

The suspect sher they least
my burning grasp to reach
The stranglehold, the arms
Seeking sweet meat with no holes

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

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