Butcher Priest - Feast Тексты

You can smell the rotting thoughts
That live inside my cranium
I can smell your adrenaline rush
As you eat
The meat of life from my bones
I can taste my own last breath
Try to escape my broken lungs
I remember the smile on your face
As I spilled
The last ounce of my seed in you

Leave me decomposing
After you eat me
Lay my pieces to waste
After the feast..is done

I know I am the first
To recieve your gift of holy pleasure
It feels so nice
To permanantly stain which was so pure
Take the lessons you've learned here
And spread them
Like the legs of a whore
I remember the smile on your face
As I spilled
The last ounce of my seed in you

Leave me decomposing
After you eat me
Lay my pieces to waste
After the feast..is done

Feast on the flesh

You can smell the rotting thoughts
That live inside my cranium
I can smell your adrenaline rush
As you eat
The meat of life from my bones
I can taste my own last breath
Try to escape my broken lungs
I remember the smile on your face
As I spilled
The last ounce of my seed in you
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