You'll never know what I've done. There's no witnesses.
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Nothing can touch me here, it's my church.
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Women and children they are my playthings,
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worship their dead bodies, this is my church.
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Incision begins below the second rib.
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The flesh is so cold, the blade is thrust within.
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Her organs removed; the smell it makes me sick,
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and my dick gets so hard, it's in pain.
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You become my fucktoy when the lights go out.
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With scalpel in hand I take your insides out.
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If you could only see the things that I've done...
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If you were alive you might think this' fun.
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Fucked her cunt; lubricated with her own cold blood.
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I grab her hair and it comes out in clumps.
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Face frozen in a mask of eternal bleak terror,
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my madness has just begun...
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Deep thrusts compress, expel the foul, dead air.
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My nostrils inhale, my gag reflex takes hold.
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Steaming puke sprays her face, fills her gaping dead mouth,
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runs down her fucking neck.
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Can't explain my elation as I fuck this piece of meat..
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I think of her family and the kid I'll never meet.
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Her bowels now empty on the filthy floor,
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and I come inside my Morguewhore.
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You become my fucktoy when the lights go out.
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With scalpel in hand, I'll take your insides out.
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If you could only see the things that I've done,
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if you were alive you might think this' fun.
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Morgue Whore
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| Lord Gore |
