Pulp Transfixion Lyrics
With swollen thorn inside your ass?For whom her cunt tolls?The vulgar bells caress with scorn.The prickly inner kissLet rot your flesh and makes you bleed.Her bizarre cunt can biteA womb in golden barbed wire.The body piercing between your legs.Enjoy your torments in clawful sexIn every pimple you wear a ringYou clenched dickIs looks like mortal sin.Amoral scum, disheveled hungry cuntWet, open and diseasedThe inflammation enslave your pulp,And pus corrode your rings.The cold prosthesis between your legsEnjoy the frigidity and forget about sex.On every pimple where you wore a ring.Now you wear only bandage and stink,Her nipples is sealed by ringsNo milk for baby - crumpling instinctWith chemical milk to chemical sleeps.Chemical zombie - no head only ringsThe secretion pus dripping with fliesEverywhere from her holeful cuntPulp transfixion, do it nowSwollen organs they're overdoneNo carnal spell in purulent smell,Bacchanal echoes in the sexless realm.The goled manacle waiting for youInveigled fear, fever and deathPainful temptation ofHer scars and stigmasConvulsive tormentsThe brilliance of decay
Disfigurement Pulp Transfixion
