The madman counting his corpses While he gently laughs and smiles His heartbeats, bumping like an orgasm
Amused to death an orgy in blasphemy High on blood an ecstasy in ferocity
With the bloody tools in his hands Slowly he begins to cut in the stomach The bile and pus flush all over his hands
Amused to death an orgy in blasphemy High on blood an ecstasy in ferocity
The large intestine he sucks out Like a glass of juice Soon he begins to puke on his cadaver
But with a blender he’ll mix Some shake filled with puke and brain Drinking it up with a delight and smile He’s grotesque pathologist He’s mentally derangedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
