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200 Stab Wounds - Phallic Filth şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: 200 Stab Wounds

albüm: Slave to the Scalpel


Prowling your neighborhoods
Wild hunger
Next victim
Chiseled and hung
Get a small taste of the meeting of our tongues
I bite it off but it's just not enough
♪
Muffle your helpless cries
Split torso to the thighs
Slice and slip
I harvest your dick
This phallic filth
My greatest prize
Slice and slip
I harvest your dick
♪
Stomach splits and I scream
What's growing inside of me?
Ripe with curdled cum
I begin to feel sick
Inside the spawn of hate grows
But I love, it makes me curl my toes
Bulge in my belly grows larger
Stomach splits and I scream
What's growing inside of me?
♪
Vision blurred, bloody chest
I come to terms with my death
In the sky I see your face
I remember how sweet it tastes
♪
Phallic filth
Penile blood spill

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