Murder Song

The god, the gun, the vasoline You dirty pig I'm cuming inside you The pain, the fear, The flash, the scream, You dirty whores I'll murder all of you I monster living sin I hate myself the way it slips in Taste the black it's on my lips So I can cum again, again Little death will run inside you Little death will run inside you Little death will run inside you Little death will murder all of you Murders, Murders, Murders, Murder, Suicide Little death will surely find you (repeat x3) I devil done with you, I want the breath you hold inside you Lust for trashy filthy whores My love for sin The need for more The god, the gun, the vasoline You dirty pig I'm cuming inside you The pain, the fear, The flash, the scream, You dirty whores I'll murder all of you Murders, Murders, Murders, Murder, Suicide Little death will surely find you (repeat x3) Murder, suicide every single one of us The devil inside Murder, suicide every single one of us Are going to die