Whitechapel - The Somatic Defilement - табы GTP и PTB

Captivating with sadistic intentions to exalt the carrion
 Holding onto faith like it would help me anyway
 Up on my feet. Vehemence takes over as I pave the way to anatomical feasts
 Severing the ties I once endured to understand why it is that I crave the dead
 Going by my knowledge of popular culture
 I find a sense in malpracticing the common ways
 Wallowing in claret. I long for such salvation
 For when I'm through. I shall wear your pride upon my lips
 Songs of the dead will eternally be chanted
 Before sepulture. I must purloin the genitalia.
 I must find pleasure when you're gone
 An injection of sodium thiopental applied.
 Your eyes are getting heavy now. I smell your fear
 Delusions and paranoia are setting in
 Control in my hands. I now shall purge.
 With the saw I maim. By the saw I live
 Inhaling fumes of the putrid festered funk
 As I drain the throbbing cysts from the gangrenous vagina
 The mordant reek is overtaking every inhalation
 The nausea is overwhelming. I stop to heave
 Brought forth are my confessions to the dead
 As the lies coincide with vitriolic clues
 We all will spread disease
 We're all deceased
 Carved in your face. The sacrilegious rites
 These words bring truth to what was foretold
 Corpses and bile will reconcile
 The rumors of this forensic plague
 By these words I am one with the dead
 And with this I've claimed the one which I'm wed
 Until death do us part. We'll rot hand in hand.