Lord Abortion

Care for a little necrophilia? Hmm?
 ♪
 I was born with a birthmark of cinders
 Debris cast from the stars and mother
 A ring of bright slaughter
 I spat in the waters of life
 That ran slick from the stabwounds in her
 Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead
 The bonesaw on the backseat
 On this bitter night of giving head
 A sharp rear entry, an exit in red
 Lump in the throat, on my cum choke
 The killing joke worn thin with breath
 I grew up on the sluts, bastard father beat blue
 Keepsake cunts cut full out easing puberty through
 Aah!
 Nostalgia grows
 Now times nine or ten
 Within this vice den called a soul
 Dying for resurrection
 I dig deep to come again
 The spasm of orgasm on a roll
 I live the slow serrated rape
 The bucks fizz of amyl nitrate
 Victims force fed their own face
 Tear stains upon the drape
 I should compare them
 To a warm Summer's day
 But to the letter, it is better
 To lichen their names to a grave
 Counting my years on an abacus strung
 With labial rings and heartstrings undone
 Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead
 The bonesaw on the backseat
 On this bitter night of giving head
 A sharp rear entry, an exit in red
 Lump in the throat, on my cum choke
 The killing joke worn thin with breath
 Horrorscopes, my diorama
 A twelve part psychodrama
 Another chained I mean to harm her
 Inside as well as out
 A perverts gasp inside the mask
 I'm hard, blow my house of cards
 All turn up Death, her bleeding starts
 In brute vermillion parts
 ♪
 Now I slither through the hairline cracks
 In sanity, best watch your back
 Possessed with levering Hell's gates wide
 Liberating knives to cut humanity slack
 ♪
 My ambition is to slay anon
 A sinner in the hands of a dirty God
 Who lets me prey, a Gilles De Rais
 Of light where faith leads truth astray
 I slit guts and free the moistest faces
 Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces
 Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin
 Vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within
 ♪
 My heart was a wardrum beat
 By jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults
 When number thirteen fell in my lap
 Lips and skin like sin, a Venus Mantrap
 My appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled
 At the blurred edges or reason 'til I was fulfilled
 Whors d'oeuvres eaten, I tucked her into
 A grave coffin fit for the Queen of Spades
 She went out like the light in my mind
 Her face an avalanche of pearl, of ruby wine
 Much was a flux, but the mouth once good for fucks
 Came from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch
 I kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously
 But when has one been able to best separate the three?
 I know I'm sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I do
 Aah, aah, ahh, I'll let you sleep when I am
 Through
 You fucking whore!
 ♪
 The suspect shadow sher they least
 Expect my burning grasp to reach
 The stranglehold, the opened arms
 Seeking sweet meat with no holes barred
 Rainbows that my razors wrung
 Midst her screams and seams undone
 Sung at the top of punctured lungs
 I bite my spiteful tongue
 Lest curses spat from primal lairs
 Freeze romance where angels, bare
 Are lost to love, bloodloss, despair
 I weep, they merely stare
 And stare, and stare, and stare, and stare