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Cancerslug

taking baby out for a treat tonight fuck her up the ass with a switchblade knife i dont know if its love, but its alright death is knocking at your front

sweet little girl my precious child i can take you to the garden where they grow deaths smile there is a grove i know where the bones lie a place where

i will sit here on this torture throne all my love all my hate all alone and i will sit here with these hells ive shown all my life all my death all my

shall i walk in darkness rise or fall im just another motherfucking worm not fit to crawl but i still i breathe the air in deeply dig my heels into the

my heart is as black as the darkest night filled with rage thats the only light i know that our mistakes were justified i feel that its too late to waste

and i know, there is blood on satans claw tonight but i dont care as long as i can hold you tight and i feel that the armageddon has finally come bat

every night and every day its the same fucking thing its like i got a cat clawing up in my brain and when that fucker starts to scratch its gonna bring

a curse for the body a curse for the soul we are taking over a curse for the nation a curse for the world broken beaten bastards curse at the top of your

the fire in me instinct fills me the metamorphasis, my body takes the shape of the hour comming erection burning the circle of the snake is forming eternity