Lyrics

Funeral eyes hold hostage your pretty cunt Jacked-off visions of a cable through blood and bone Naked terror sees cautious mysteries Whisper loudly to the deaf sky Civilization exists far away Cannibals now only are invited to attend Limp, shriveled hair no longer projects shine No longer projects shine, pretty thing Hard-fisted statistics Hard-fisted statistics now count you out Decorate my cave, financial disguiser Rejected decapitations show no denial Dismissed to cemented babble Delicately I hammer out: NO REMORSE! As the loud air breathes heavy Your loss, my gain No restraint now needed Violations produce long-lasting pleasures As I fuck your deadness repeatedly.