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The Black Dahlia Murder
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Virally Yours
作词:Brian Garrett Eschbach, John A Kempainon, Shannon Michael Lucas, Trevor Scott Strnad, Ryan Williams
The sound of vomiting to my ears' like singing Now I'm beginning to become erect With illness I'm 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 then 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 One flip of the rivers man coin Could send you screaming to your grave 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网
Grief stricken family watches on Ceaseless prayers for an only son I'm afraid that nothing can be done The 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 reaper's yellowed lichen finger Aims ever so true
The origins 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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