Wizard of Gore - текст песни
Wizard of Gore
Make love to your innards
Lick your shredded flesh
With relish I fondle
This mutilated mess
I spill your fucking entrails
Nail a spike into your head
Shove a sword down
Your gullet
Until you're fucking dead...
My dreams ... your nightmares
My obsession... your affliction
I yank out your brains...
You think I'm insane?
Is this some morbid fantasy
You've been
Dying to fulfill?
Or is it just a vision
You're obsessed with still?
Is it your face or my hideous laugh?
Is it the knot in your stomach's slack?
Is it an illusion? or is it real?
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