Entrails Feast from Grotesque Slaughter by DAIMONOS

A bite of this portion with so many diseases
And you can't believe you just ran out of breath
Your throat closes up and you can't scream
A psychosis ingrained in the rotten meat
You have enough to shut your mouth
You have enough to brag about
You have enough to close the list
But what you want is a entrails feast

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, SEX - 6, 7, 8, 9, LAST
BRAIN, LUNG, LIVER, HEART, GUTS, INSIDE OUT
I want to commit. To fuck and eat you

I delight in so many options
The remains are for my collection
You asked and gave me permission
Each version with its contradiction
BLIND AND BLOWN EYES
LOOK AT THESE HUNGRY GUYS
DEVOURING THEIR PEERS
HOLDING SOME BEERS

666 is the number of the beast
HOW about we sign the list?
An invitation you can't resist
WOW! For a delicious feast

YOU CAN'T DECIDE WHETHER TO STAY OR LEAVE
YOU CAME TO ME AND I CAN'T BELIEVE IT
You can't leave cut in half and without organs
Another empty body, thrown on top of the others

USED ME AND LEFT WITHOUT CASH
You and I had a great match
YOU LEFT AND I STILL FEEL YOU
This taste of bitch is nothing new
Please bleed into me, please
Dripping from my mouth, bleed
Bleed on my face until I can't breathe
Fill me because I need it

• Black Metal
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