Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Abortion

Care for a necrophilia

I was born a birthmark of cinders
cast from the stars and Mother
A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the
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 rear entry, an 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! grows now times nine or ten
Within vice den called a soul
resurrection I dig deep 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 compare them, to a warm day
But to the letter, it is better to liken their names to a

Counting my years on an strung
With rings and heartstrings undone

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

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

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

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

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

I guts and free the moistest faces
Corrupt the corpse and seize the 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
number thirteen fell in my lap lips and skin like sin
A Venus Mantrap my appetite whetted, storm wheeled
At the edges or reason till I was fulfilled

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

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

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

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

Rainbows that my wrung
Midst her and seams undone
Sung at the top of lungs
I bite my tongue

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