Articulo Mortis - 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**king dead

I can't be certain

Your remains will be insured

Beyond the grave is longer than you think

I saw the first slut 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

Breathe F**king breathe

I swear you'll reap

While I sew your cunt

And now you rot

Breathe F**king breathe

F**king breathe

F**king breathe

I swear you'll reap

While I sew your cunt

And now you rot

And now you rot

And now you rot

And now you rot

And now you rot

And now you rot

And now you rot

And now you rot

And now you rot

And now you rot

And now you rot

And now you rot

And now you rot