Disfigurement - Pulp Transfixion | Текст песни

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Which love do you confess
With swollen thorn inside your ass?
For whom her cunt tolls?
The vulgar bells caress with scorn.
The prickly inner kiss
Let rot your flesh and makes you bleed.a
Her bizarre cunt can bite
A womb in golden barbed wire.

The body piercing between your legs.
Enjoy your torments in clawful sex
In every pimple you wear a ring
You clenched dick is looks like mortal sin.

Amoral scum,
Dishevelled hungry cunt
Wet, open and diseased
The inflamation enslave your pulp,
And pus corrode your rings.

The cold prosthesis
Between your legs
Enjoy the frigidity and forget about sex.
On every pimple where you wore a ring.
Now you wear only bandage and stink

Her nipples is sealed by rings
No milk for baby crumpling instinct
With chemical milk to chemical sleeps
Chemical zombie
No head only rings

The secretion pus
Dripping with flies
Everywhere
From her holeful cunt
Pulp transfixion
Do it now
Swollen organs
They're overdone

No carnal spell
In purulent smell
Bacchanal echoes
In the sexless realm
The golden manacle
Waiting for you
Inveigled fear, fever and death

Painful temptation of
Her scars and stigmas
Convulsive torments
The brilliance of decay