Whitechapel - Articulo Mortis lyrics

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