Whitechapel (USA) - Articulo Mortis

Articulo Mortis


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.

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...
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...