Lord Gore

Youll never know what Ive done. Theres no witnesses.
Nothing can touch me here, its my church.
Women and children they are my playthings,
worship their dead bodies, this is my church.
Incision begins below the second rib.
The flesh is so cold, the blade is thrust within.
Her organs removed; the smell it makes me sick,
and my dick gets so hard, its in pain.
You become my fucktoy when the lights go out.
With scalpel in hand I take your insides out.
If you could only see the things that Ive done...
If you were alive you might think this fun.
Fucked her cunt; lubricated with her own cold blood.
I grab her hair and it comes out in clumps.
Face frozen in a mask of eternal bleak terror,
my madness has just begun...
Deep thrusts compress, expel the foul, dead air.
My nostrils inhale, my gag reflex takes hold.
Steaming puke sprays her face, fills her gaping dead mouth,
runs down her fucking neck.
Cant explain my elation as I fuck this piece of meat..
I think of her family and the kid Ill never meet.
Her bowels now empty on the filthy floor,
and I come inside my Morguewhore.
You become my fucktoy when the lights go out.
With scalpel in hand, Ill take your insides out.
If you could only see the things that Ive done,
if you were alive you might think this fun.
[ Morgue Whore Lyrics ]