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*cking 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*cking breathe. I swear you'll reap. While I sew your c*nt.
And now you rot
Whitechapel - Articulo Mortis Lyrics
Whitechapel - Articulo Mortis Lyrics
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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*cking 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*cking breathe. I swear you'll reap. While I sew your c*nt.
And now you rot
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*cking 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*cking breathe. I swear you'll reap. While I sew your c*nt.
And now you rot
Writer: Alex Wade, Ben Savage, Gabe Crisp, Phil Bozeman
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Performed By: Whitechapel
Language: English
Written by: Alex Wade, Ben Savage, Gabe Crisp, Phil Bozeman