Articulo Morti Songtext
von 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 fucking 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


Impaled slut flashing through my memory
Her fucking face deserves much more

Breathe, fucking breathe
Fucking breathe
Fucking 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