Epileptic Strobe Entrapment Songtext
von Cerebral Bore
Epileptic Strobe Entrapment Songtext
Held against your will
With lights around you, so you shit your knickers
Bound by gods design
Epileptic fucking strobe entrapment
Skinned
Severed bodies make me cum
Drooling over your cunt
Severed bodies make me cum
Epileptic strobe entrapment
You will die here
Epileptic strobe entrapment
You will die here
Pin your eyelids, watching the strobe
Feel the brown skids suck on my boab
Feeling the pain, having a seizure
Destroy the brain, there′s no amnesia
You sit in your cage of fear
Bound by rope, fully locked, naked corpses being cocked
Flame grilled flesh and ice-cold beer
Semi rocked, you're unlocked, fully hard and fucked a lot
Killing
Killing you in mind, you will now be mine
Spreading disease
Severed in time with the sound of my cock
Snider condom, rapid slammed with a sock
Creampied in the asshole, now you are sore
Shit on my dick, good times, shit on my blade
Feces
Hang your neck, let you go
Playing mind games with your soul
Retardation, suffocation
Pain
Spinal form reconfigured, constant pounding, mass infection
Atoms smashed in, no escaping, bones are steeped in
Blood
Death
With lights around you, so you shit your knickers
Bound by gods design
Epileptic fucking strobe entrapment
Skinned
Severed bodies make me cum
Drooling over your cunt
Severed bodies make me cum
Epileptic strobe entrapment
You will die here
Epileptic strobe entrapment
You will die here
Pin your eyelids, watching the strobe
Feel the brown skids suck on my boab
Feeling the pain, having a seizure
Destroy the brain, there′s no amnesia
You sit in your cage of fear
Bound by rope, fully locked, naked corpses being cocked
Flame grilled flesh and ice-cold beer
Semi rocked, you're unlocked, fully hard and fucked a lot
Killing
Killing you in mind, you will now be mine
Spreading disease
Severed in time with the sound of my cock
Snider condom, rapid slammed with a sock
Creampied in the asshole, now you are sore
Shit on my dick, good times, shit on my blade
Feces
Hang your neck, let you go
Playing mind games with your soul
Retardation, suffocation
Pain
Spinal form reconfigured, constant pounding, mass infection
Atoms smashed in, no escaping, bones are steeped in
Blood
Death
Writer(s): Allan Macdonald, Paul Mcguire, Kyle Rutherford, Simone Pluijmers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com