Torture Games Lyrics
[Verse 1: Bushpig]
A hunger for suffering at the sexual formless
Erotic injuries, it's sadistic and violence
Corruptions of the flesh from the referee vagina
Mutilated phallus force grind up inside her
Torture games make the bloodsport for the slayings
Nourish drained in the morbid force reawaken
Genic complete of the fatal penetrating
Sex in the graves what I've always been craving
Fuck all the guts in the crevers off ya sliced rectum
Sucking the blood, it's my fetish shits no reception
Mix it all together so the flavour is perfected
Clitoral aggressive lose the weight and use my weapon
For the mince sharp with destruction in ya urethra
Crate the best cunt with the harbour then it's easier
Drug appetite in my operating theatre
Bitches getting cut with degrading leaves feature
Slave in up then I'll push the plate deeper
Killing when I fuck and violate the solomist bitchless
Eminent detrition comes to every mortal creature
Every last victims' getting tortured just a teacher
Addicted to the gore acting like I'm death master
The innards dripping on the floor, smashing pieces of ya ass off
Depict incisions torn will be scraping for the pussy flops
Circumcisions porn is arousing to be path
Cutting skin on my worm just enough to get it harder
Cock rinse keep me firm, forek never could abutment
This fucks on my dirty love ingestable, it sharp
Put ya hack away, the colony with every last harmless
Scars get stained with the blood red scalene
Asses break when the pain is ya carved up
Morbid forms of butcher on the innard sintered harmless
Harvest sickness suffering and dirt into a carcass
Belonging ya life with our sexual pleasures
Performing meat slashes the height of the remnants
Bladder puss venom, my useful injections
Warping the state of contentious receptive
Destaining ya bruised with that killing ya imprisonment
Maintaining the victims to sheepian
Making noise, discipline, awfully wishing
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The pain always choking mass worship pig dick dissent
Regulate muscles imposed with devices
That makes sure the death is pus bones
Robotic flesh after dying so slow
And staving ya enter existence even ya souls
Dramatic confusions state cruel up ya insanity evil sadism
Ya minds of control, spray mushing mould surface and victim
My mould, I'll discipline mortal meat 'till I taste cold
[Chorus: Bushpig]
Torture games, this is the secrets deck crew
It's dumb sadistic amusements, leave ya ass drip break mucus
You're all mortal slaves, we put the brutalist useless
Of the pussy re-futures on the show-off, consume this
With these torture games, this is the secrets deck crew
It's dumb sadistic amusements, leave ya ass drip break mucus
You're all mortal slaves, we put the brutalist useless
Of the pussy re-futures on the show-off, consume this
With these torture games, this is the secrets deck crew
It's dumb sadistic amusements, leave ya ass drip break mucus
You're all mortal slaves, we put the brutalist useless
Of the pussy re-futures on the show-off, consume this
With these torture games, this is the secrets deck crew
It's dumb sadistic amusements, leave ya ass drip break mucus
You're all mortal slaves, we put the brutalist useless
Of the pussy re-futures on the show-off, consume this
With these torture games
