"Drowned In Vomit" lyrics

"Drowned In Vomit"

I have an emesis fetish
You're wondering where I'll take you
Into my lair where you'll regurgitate and puke
I'll knock your fucking teeth out
And deepthroat your bleeding mouth
Force-fed previous victims whilst hanging upside down

As the cotch flows over my cock
I pull out and revel in the madness
Keep vomiting
I need you too fill this bathtub

Emesis fetish
Rotten gastric fluids
One last gag
Entices projectile vomit
This seems sufficient to complete my grand design
Slowly lowered!
Can you feel the gastric acid eating at your tender virgin flesh
Tied up and completely submerged vomit fills your every orifice
Internal third degree acid burns occur as you're digested
I watch the bubble from your last breath pop in cotch, necrophilia (shall now begin)
Ascending from this vat of mulch a bloated mess of pubescent tenderness

Commencing coitus with your pus filled wounds
The vomit remnants of my previous victims seeping from
Each orifice, each one I now shall fuck
I've got this planned for your family, they all shall ingest your flesh
And feel the wrath of my meaty cock
They shall now bow too I
Lord of vomit

I am the lord of all vomit
Kneel down and revel in my madness
Emesis embodies my being


Writer(s): Duncan Bentley, Byron Dunwoody, Kris Xenopoulos, Luke Haarhoff
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