Insect Incinerator - Fucked Through The Bullet Hole | Текст песни

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• Insect Incinerator
• Fucked Through The Bullet Hole

Hunting them
So patiently.
One way out
For every victim.

Porn devoured mind
Inside the brain
Which newer used in proper way.
Something from within
Pulls the string of soul
violently,
He can't barely thing.

Fire arms possession,
Flammable combination,
Dead whore digestion
Mouth throwing out
The thickest smell of Rot.

Locked'n'Loaded, too late, bitch!
Too long you was out of reach!
Tons of make-up, miniskirt
Four grams of death you do deserve.
You will date me
Since today!
Let you live
That's no way!

I'm so amazed with fireshots
Multiple count of bloody dots
(x2)

Sperm and blood - the mixture.
He desires ever most of all.
Dick drowns in the guts.
He getting he's pleasure,
As you soul do falls.

Fever strikes his body,
He can't stop to do it further.
Every one of you should remain good girls
To not be murdered!

Getting off the way!
'Bet you wanna stay
Not coming back home today.
(x2)

Murder!