Song | An Act of the Unspeakable |
Artist | Autopsy |
Album | Torn from the Grave |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Autopsy, Reifert | |
The hate I have for you | |
I swore I never would unleash | |
But here you are in pieces | |
Lying at my sweaty feet | |
I masturbate with guilt | |
While looking at your distant eyes | |
I've had your torso seven times | |
Yet still my dick does rise | |
Lobing up your lifeless cunt | |
With blood from where your legs were | |
I slide in with ease | |
My soul you please | |
Finger your rectum | |
You're just as good in death as life | |
I don't know why | |
I waited Your head is gone | |
You cannot speak | |
Can't think of what | |
I hated You ****ing whore! | |
**** you! [Leads:E.C] [D.C] [E.C] [D.C] [E.C] | |
Now I tire of stretching out | |
Your dead and bleeding twat | |
Variety is what | |
I crave So with my knife | |
I cut Your ass and cunt are now as one | |
I join them with a slice | |
The blood and defecation | |
On my hard-on feels so nice |
zuo qu : Autopsy, Reifert | |
The hate I have for you | |
I swore I never would unleash | |
But here you are in pieces | |
Lying at my sweaty feet | |
I masturbate with guilt | |
While looking at your distant eyes | |
I' ve had your torso seven times | |
Yet still my dick does rise | |
Lobing up your lifeless cunt | |
With blood from where your legs were | |
I slide in with ease | |
My soul you please | |
Finger your rectum | |
You' re just as good in death as life | |
I don' t know why | |
I waited Your head is gone | |
You cannot speak | |
Can' t think of what | |
I hated You ing whore! | |
you! Leads: E. C D. C E. C D. C E. C | |
Now I tire of stretching out | |
Your dead and bleeding twat | |
Variety is what | |
I crave So with my knife | |
I cut Your ass and cunt are now as one | |
I join them with a slice | |
The blood and defecation | |
On my hardon feels so nice |
zuò qǔ : Autopsy, Reifert | |
The hate I have for you | |
I swore I never would unleash | |
But here you are in pieces | |
Lying at my sweaty feet | |
I masturbate with guilt | |
While looking at your distant eyes | |
I' ve had your torso seven times | |
Yet still my dick does rise | |
Lobing up your lifeless cunt | |
With blood from where your legs were | |
I slide in with ease | |
My soul you please | |
Finger your rectum | |
You' re just as good in death as life | |
I don' t know why | |
I waited Your head is gone | |
You cannot speak | |
Can' t think of what | |
I hated You ing whore! | |
you! Leads: E. C D. C E. C D. C E. C | |
Now I tire of stretching out | |
Your dead and bleeding twat | |
Variety is what | |
I crave So with my knife | |
I cut Your ass and cunt are now as one | |
I join them with a slice | |
The blood and defecation | |
On my hardon feels so nice |