Lyrics
The pious pour their pity pure
I can sell a little cure
The burning flesh
The sweetest smell
I kiss the angel burnt in hell
I watch your fallen boring fate
As you sweat and you masturbate
I'm touching you but cannot feel
But one small poke and you will squeal
Constantly commit, consume
Creep onto your closing tomb
No whiskey welcome at your door
Not a light for your whore
Not a word that I can hear
The stench of shit tells me you're near
Constantly commit, consume
Creep onto your closing tomb
Your god is gaping
Your god is waiting
Your terror rises
To no surprises
Your god is gaping
Your god is waiting
Your terror rises
To no surprises
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Doberman's are in the hall
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Take off that blindfold, face them all
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Dope bonanza in the mall
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Hold on tight, I'll fuck you all
Constantly commit, consume
Creep onto your closing tomb
Your god is gaping
Your god is waiting
Your terror rises
To no surprises
Your god is gaping
Your god is waiting
Your terror rises
To no surprises
Mirror, mirror on the wall (Your god is gaping)
Doberman's are in the hall (Your god is waiting)
Mirror, mirror on the wall (Your terror rises)
Take off that blindfold, face them all (To no surprises)
Mirror, mirror on the wall (Your god is gaping)
Dope bonanza in the mall (Your god is waiting)
Mirror, mirror on the wall (Your terror rises)
Hold on tight, I'll fuck you all (To no surprises)
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