Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Abortion

Care for a little

I was born with a birthmark of
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 on the backseat
On this night of giving head
A rear entry, an exit in red
Lump in the throat, on my choke
The killing joke thin with breath

I grew up on the sluts Father beat blue
Keepsake cunts cut full out easing through

Aah! grows now times nine or ten
Within vice den called a soul
Dying I dig deep to come again
The of orgasm on a roll

I live the slow serrated rape, the bucks fizz of Amyl
force fed their own face, tear stains 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 Abacus
labial rings and heartstrings undone

Dub me Lord Abortion, the dead
The on the backseat
On this bitter night of 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
chained I mean to harm Her
Inside as as out

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

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

My ambition is to slay
A in the hands of a dirty God
Who me prey, a Gilles De Rais
Of light where faith truth astray

I slit guts and 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 heart was a wardrum beat by Jugular cults in Jungle vaults
number thirteen fell in my lap lips and skin like sin
A Venus Mantrap my appetite whetted, storm wheeled
At the blurred edges or till I was fulfilled

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

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

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

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

Rainbows my razors wrung
Midst her screams and undone
at the top of punctured lungs
I bite my spiteful

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