Murder Song

The God, The gun

The vasoline

You dirty pig I'm cuming inside you

The pain, The fear

The flash, The scream

You dirty whores I'll murder all of you

I monster living sin

I hate myself the way it slips in

Taste the black it's on my lips

So I can cum again again

Little death will run inside you

Little death will run inside you

Little death will run inside you

Little death will murder all of you...

Murders murders murders murder suicide

It will surely find you

Murders murders murders murder all of you

I devil done with you

I want the breath you hold inside you

Lust for trashy filthy whores

My love for sin the need for more

The God, The gun

The vasoline

You dirty pig I'm cuming inside you

The pain, The fear

The flash, The scream

You dirty whores I'll murder all of you

Murders murders murders murder suicide

It will surely find you

Murders murders murders murder all of you

Murder suicide, Murder suicide

Every single one of us the devils inside

Murder suicide, Murder suicide

Every single one of us are going to die

Murders murders murders murder all of you