Lyrics Whitechapel

Whitechapel

Ear To Ear

Screeching mephitic sacrilege, manifesting,

Raping your incoherent mind from afar.

Holding your stiff hand below my waist I will begin to

ravish you

Symbolic pride against your skin marking eternal branding

Pulling out the tools the operation beings

Melting the skin to climax again

Fornicated whore of the past-tense

Shall experience articulo mortis.

How innocent this scheme of murder.

How I redeem my prize of faith and infamy

Is not your place

I shall remember this

For I live again.

Necromaniac pursuing dreams of liquid suffocation

Your neck is smiling at me ear to fucking ear,

The trachea exposed, pulsing hemoglobin entities at me.

Your neck is smiling ear to fucking ear,

The gurgling of gore,

The sound of splitting hide,

The grinding of the bones.

Ear to fucking ear,

The verdict isn't met until you're dead,

Ear to fucking ear.