Determined urges, Blood slurping, mend this brain, I'm cursed with, Necrophilia, Bastard born sinnerrr, And, Amateur butcha, Fucked head wound, Mouth full of shit, New set of flaps wide open in her armpit, Eating the last of, Your flesh matter, Persistant delusion ready for disaster.
Penetrate the, New hole.
I need to bathe straight in your blood, To put the enemies off my scent, Need to consume as much as I can, So I don't physically turn to sand,
Gurgling, Your blood, Yes it turns me on, Can't resist now, As I'm too far gone,
Lacerations, Sweet fixations, Organs drained for my gratification,
Bloodsucking parasite Homemade transfusion Drain her veins Mental confusion Cannabilistic appetite To feel no pain Got nothing but blood on my brain
My insides turn to sand, It’s all for good health Force it into my veins I’m running low
Flood every orifice With the blood of the hunted Who cares if I’m found It’s a matter of life and death I can fuckin taste itTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
