It's my party, and I'll cry if I want to Cry if I want to, cry if I want to You would cry too if it happened to you Nobody knows where my Johnny has
Vicious thoughts will overpower His virulent mind explodes Unable to suppress the madness He can't contain this inner pain compelled to Lacerate, rendering
Engulfed in the innards of rotting cadavers a rancid gore sea Asphyxiation Tangled intestines become my reality , choking on guts Asphyxiation gasping
Bodies are bursting apart Volcanic eruption of guts Exploding cadavers bring forth A bloodbath to torment all life The sky and the earth are now tainted
Monstrous My thoughts Revolting visions, carnage Bloodbath My dream Gore soaked My hands Hallucination, or real I wield The blade Grotesque Mind Grotesque
dripping hanging from the sockets Steel cracked bone with fatal trauma to the cerebellum Useful lust of gore Hatchet to the head Rekindled gore obsess
problem He now solves, hooks through heels Hung and bled Corpses are suspended by their feet Swaying, dripping, bloody piece of meat Fastened to the ceiling leaking gore
Lying on the table dead Coroner Completes his task Examining the wretched stiff Suicide The likely cause Behind closed doors the change Begins Then
Captured by the priest of evil Deep inside the hive Hellish dungeon filled with undead Their rotting claws reaching for my legs I hang above the ghouls
Striking out with rage I pound him, stomp him Cock sucking bastard, don't feel mercy for him With bare hands, I break his legs, break his neck Now my
Rapacious for pleasure scraping Filing down with intense grinding Harsh abrasive, friction deface Countenance now removed forever Scouring faces with
Smashing the human horde, crushing religious filth Nailing invertedly the ones who plant the seeds of doubt Wasting inherent truth, confronting an inner
os contornos dos morros dos continentes Romperam as cordas vocais chamando os orixas Romperam barreiras na mata chamando os orixas Goree uma visao
Sunshine, lollipops and rainbows everything that's wonderful Is what I feel a-when we're together, brighter than a lucky penny When you're near the rain
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girls and necrophilia after all deranged by tender kids bloodfeast with easy preys lacerating to feel their pain quartering corpses for lunch blessed by gore
Precise cuts, each to the last Your senses vilified, taste and tolerance Are now taken to task In the name of gore We'll set right this bloody score
Make love to your innards Lick your shredded flesh With relish I fondle This mutilated mess I spill your fucking entrails Nail a spike into your head
