歌词
Devirgination Studies -Whitechapel
Now that I have my trophy of your anatomy
Your stiff can be excised aberrantly
Convulsions transpire you're 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 enough
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 same back to hell
Send the same back to hell
Send the same back to hell
Send the same back to hell
Another wude to seek to fondle and misus
Back to the grave to exhume again
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