Whitechapel - Devirgination Studies lyrics
[Whitechapel - Devirgination Studies lyrics]
Your stiff can be excised aberrantly
Convulsions transpire
Your seeping suppuration
Our intimacy is arcane to culture
These ethics I contain in
My arsenal of pleasure
Fail to be appreciated
Your proposition isn't good
My expectations don't meet yours
In due time, I'll dictate your vile form
Into my incapable hands and claim
You for my own
You're born into these hands again
Send the slut back to Hell
Send the slut back to Hell
Send the slut back to Hell
Send the slut back to Hell
Another whore to seek to fondle and misuse
Back to the grave to exhume again
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