Articulo Mortis - Whitechapel

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 fucking 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

Impaled slut flashing through my memory

Her fucking face deserves much more

Breathe

Fucking breathe

Fucking breathe

Fucking breathe

I swear you’ll reap, while I sew your cunt

And now you rot

And now you rot

And now you rot

And now you rot

And now you rot

And now you rot

And now you rot

And now you rot