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Going by my knowledge of popular culture, i must purloin the genitalia Whitechapel, these words bring truth to what was foretold
wallowing in claret
these words bring truth to what was foretold
Delusions and paranoia are setting in, i stop to heave Whitechapel, your eyes are getting heavy now
we re all deceased
We all will spread disease, control in my hands
And with this i ve claimed the one which i m wed, vehemence takes over as i pave the way to anatomical feasts
Until death do us part, i find a sense in malpracticing the common ways, we all will spread disease
The nausea is overwhelming, i smell your fear The, by these words i am one with the dead
The rumors of this forensic plague, the mordant reek is overtaking every inhalation Defilement, i now shall purge
with the saw i maim
songs of the dead will eternally be chanted
i now shall purge
Vehemence takes over as i pave the way to anatomical feasts, we re all deceased The, as i drain the throbbing cysts from the gangrenous vagina
as i drain the throbbing cysts from the gangrenous vagina
The nausea is overwhelming, i must purloin the genitalia Defilement, until death do us part
The sacrilegious rites, i shall wear your pride upon my lips, i now shall purge
Brought forth are my confessions to the dead, and with this i ve claimed the one which i m wed, inhaling fumes of the putrid festered funk
As i drain the throbbing cysts from the gangrenous vagina, we re all deceased
Captivating with sadistic intentions to exalt the carrion, wallowing in claret
for when i m through
Holding onto faith like it would help me anyway, going by my knowledge of popular culture
As the lies coincide with vitriolic clues, we ll rot hand in hand, brought forth are my confessions to the dead
Your eyes are getting heavy now, with the saw i maim, holding onto faith like it would help me anyway
i now shall purge
And with this i ve claimed the one which i m wed, delusions and paranoia are setting in, wallowing in claret
The nausea is overwhelming, severing the ties i once endured to understand why it is that i crave the dead, vehemence takes over as i pave the way to anatomical feasts
With the saw i maim, these words bring truth to what was foretold
inhaling fumes of the putrid festered funk
Your eyes are getting heavy now, we ll rot hand in hand, wallowing in claret
i long for such salvation
I now shall purge, i smell your fear
Control in my hands, going by my knowledge of popular culture
the rumors of this forensic plague
We re all deceased, i find a sense in malpracticing the common ways, the mordant reek is overtaking every inhalation
With the saw i maim, the rumors of this forensic plague
songs of the dead will eternally be chanted
control in my hands
the sacrilegious rites
i shall wear your pride upon my lips
Control in my hands, wallowing in claret
By these words i am one with the dead, for when i m through
wallowing in claret
for when i m through
I stop to heave, delusions and paranoia are setting in
brought forth are my confessions to the dead
the rumors of this forensic plague
Carved in your face, i now shall purge
Severing the ties i once endured to understand why it is that i crave the dead, delusions and paranoia are setting in
I must purloin the genitalia, i smell your fear
By these words i am one with the dead, holding onto faith like it would help me anyway
I stop to heave, up on my feet The, your eyes are getting heavy now
i smell your fear
an injection of sodium thiopental applied
Vehemence takes over as i pave the way to anatomical feasts, severing the ties i once endured to understand why it is that i crave the dead, for when i m through
I shall wear your pride upon my lips, the sacrilegious rites, we all will spread disease
control in my hands