Virally Yours Lyrics

	作曲 : Black Dahlia Murder ...
	The sound of vomiting to my ears like singing
	now I am beginning to become erect
	with illness I am obsessed in the beds of the fallen I rest
	a fixation amplified the smell here is what I like best
	feverishly combing the buckets of waste
	wrapping myself in the filth-ridden sheets
	raping the shells of the comatose
	to fulfill my needs
	photographing bedsores cultured by my sick neglect
	it's more than a job it's a love for me to walk this close with death
	when you hear a flat line you know surely I'll be near
	to when the reaper's sickle is drawn I am ever aware
	I wish I could pull these strings
	in death there are finer things
	malpractice forever be my bitter name
	how quickly life does fade away
	but a flip of the river mans coin
	could send you screaming to your grave
	grief stricken family watches on ceaseless prayers for an only son
	"I'm afraid that nothing can be done" his moment has finally come
	the wrath of a god exemplified to the pearly gates he'll soon arrive
	to leave here his husk in this room of white I'm quivering at thought
	pull the plug (I'm begging you) take the ride (to the cold and blue)
	the reapers yellowed lichen fingers aims ever so true
	the orgins of disease I have witnessed in my dreams
	the flooding of the blackest blood to quench my fetid needs
	I wish I could pull these strings
	in death there are finer things
	malpractice forever be my bitter name
	I wish I could pull these strings
	in death there are finer things

	zuo qu : Black Dahlia Murder ...
	The sound of vomiting to my ears like singing
	now I am beginning to become erect
	with illness I am obsessed in the beds of the fallen I rest
	a fixation amplified the smell here is what I like best
	feverishly combing the buckets of waste
	wrapping myself in the filthridden sheets
	raping the shells of the comatose
	to fulfill my needs
	photographing bedsores cultured by my sick neglect
	it' s more than a job it' s a love for me to walk this close with death
	when you hear a flat line you know surely I' ll be near
	to when the reaper' s sickle is drawn I am ever aware
	I wish I could pull these strings
	in death there are finer things
	malpractice forever be my bitter name
	how quickly life does fade away
	but a flip of the river mans coin
	could send you screaming to your grave
	grief stricken family watches on ceaseless prayers for an only son
	" I' m afraid that nothing can be done" his moment has finally come
	the wrath of a god exemplified to the pearly gates he' ll soon arrive
	to leave here his husk in this room of white I' m quivering at thought
	pull the plug I' m begging you take the ride to the cold and blue
	the reapers yellowed lichen fingers aims ever so true
	the orgins of disease I have witnessed in my dreams
	the flooding of the blackest blood to quench my fetid needs
	I wish I could pull these strings
	in death there are finer things
	malpractice forever be my bitter name
	I wish I could pull these strings
	in death there are finer things

	zuò qǔ : Black Dahlia Murder ...
	The sound of vomiting to my ears like singing
	now I am beginning to become erect
	with illness I am obsessed in the beds of the fallen I rest
	a fixation amplified the smell here is what I like best
	feverishly combing the buckets of waste
	wrapping myself in the filthridden sheets
	raping the shells of the comatose
	to fulfill my needs
	photographing bedsores cultured by my sick neglect
	it' s more than a job it' s a love for me to walk this close with death
	when you hear a flat line you know surely I' ll be near
	to when the reaper' s sickle is drawn I am ever aware
	I wish I could pull these strings
	in death there are finer things
	malpractice forever be my bitter name
	how quickly life does fade away
	but a flip of the river mans coin
	could send you screaming to your grave
	grief stricken family watches on ceaseless prayers for an only son
	" I' m afraid that nothing can be done" his moment has finally come
	the wrath of a god exemplified to the pearly gates he' ll soon arrive
	to leave here his husk in this room of white I' m quivering at thought
	pull the plug I' m begging you take the ride to the cold and blue
	the reapers yellowed lichen fingers aims ever so true
	the orgins of disease I have witnessed in my dreams
	the flooding of the blackest blood to quench my fetid needs
	I wish I could pull these strings
	in death there are finer things
	malpractice forever be my bitter name
	I wish I could pull these strings
	in death there are finer things

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