Articulo Mortis lyrics
by Whitechapel
Bludgeoned face, licking my fingers of decrepit funk
My dear, your face is so blank
Where did you get those feelings?
Please don't leave, help me live
Can't control myself, dilated eyes, pale white skin!
I'm laughing in your face
Your skin entrenches me
Now you're f*cking dead!
I can't be certain, your remains will be insured
Beyond the grave is longer than you think
I saw the first sl*t mangled in front of me
Of course controlling my actions was not an easy task
It wasn't long before I found myself indulging
Against my will I please myself once more
Impaled sl*t flashing through my memory
Her f*cking face deserves much more
Breathe
f*cking breathe
f*cking breathe
f*cking breathe