Текст песни Aborted - Eructations of carnal artistry
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Текст песни Aborted - Eructations of carnal artistry
Random torture, suffer by my handSlicing and cutting, submit to my tormentPierced with nails, wired to the celingReincarnated puppet, patched human beingVacilating on the verge in a blaze of goryMoulding the eructations of my carnal artistryGathering the insides, winnowing inferior guts( )I sever and dismember, hack fervidly with gasping cutsMuscular limbs, a perfect casketThe slenderest torso, how fanatic can I get ?Diffirent corporal parts, agglutinated with sutureFrom a mental delusion to a morbid statureRashes of skin, stiched from withinIm pulling the strings, resurgence spreads its wingsVeins are dangling, bloody chunks exfoliateIts countenace purses, the artefact expectoratesMy creative is urge fed by engineering the deadExcessive gore is what I needto nurture my carnarstistic need.