"Blasphemy Made Fresh" lyrics
(feat. Ben Duerr (Shadow of Intent), Bridget Lynch (Stabbing), Alexander Sason (Undeath), Johnny Ciardullo (Carcosa), Mallika Sundaramurthy (Emasculator) & Billy Strings)
Oh, what a gal
She seems such a perfect victim
This I can tell
For if beauty she's guilty
Ordinarily, I'd not wish
To frighten or hurt her
But such beauty inspires one
To give the gift of murder
She's the kind of girl you want
To run up and to tackle
Through a window some floors up
And splatter you both to hell
Cenobite, wield your whip
As another appendage
Please chew me up with
Your saw-toothed cunt
Dead eyes alive
With unmatched cruelty
They look stuck, in far
Enough to hurt
You're not emoting
One of us will have to dig
These are my cheek nails
Penetration, though unclean
Can make you bleed
In so many interesting ways
I rend your flesh
And caress you as you weep
Human tragedy
Let this be a lesson to you
It's symbolic
Let this dirt define your grave
Make them hate you
Rotting cleric, remember, you are pus
Of my loins, you are pus
Give voice to your left side, let me in
I've sown the seeds of your redemption
In subhumanicide, I am your guide
Seventy-seven times make them die
The sun is shining on a brand new day
Blackened corpses smolder where they slain
Self-flagellation prompts him to confess
Bless me, father, for I made this mess
As I tear apart the dead things
I anoint them with my seed
Open face surgery
Short on pain and long on masquerade
Ounce by ounce, lose a little weight
Nip here, tuck there, who needs eyelids?
And then we fucked it
And then we fucked it
And then we fucked it
And then we fucked it
And then we fucked it
And then we fucked it
She seems such a perfect victim
This I can tell
For if beauty she's guilty
Ordinarily, I'd not wish
To frighten or hurt her
But such beauty inspires one
To give the gift of murder
She's the kind of girl you want
To run up and to tackle
Through a window some floors up
And splatter you both to hell
Cenobite, wield your whip
As another appendage
Please chew me up with
Your saw-toothed cunt
Dead eyes alive
With unmatched cruelty
They look stuck, in far
Enough to hurt
You're not emoting
One of us will have to dig
These are my cheek nails
Penetration, though unclean
Can make you bleed
In so many interesting ways
I rend your flesh
And caress you as you weep
Human tragedy
Let this be a lesson to you
It's symbolic
Let this dirt define your grave
Make them hate you
Rotting cleric, remember, you are pus
Of my loins, you are pus
Give voice to your left side, let me in
I've sown the seeds of your redemption
In subhumanicide, I am your guide
Seventy-seven times make them die
The sun is shining on a brand new day
Blackened corpses smolder where they slain
Self-flagellation prompts him to confess
Bless me, father, for I made this mess
As I tear apart the dead things
I anoint them with my seed
Open face surgery
Short on pain and long on masquerade
Ounce by ounce, lose a little weight
Nip here, tuck there, who needs eyelids?
And then we fucked it
And then we fucked it
And then we fucked it
And then we fucked it
And then we fucked it
And then we fucked it
