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WHITECHAPEL lyrics : "Vicer Exciser"

My monument is progressing
Bereft is thy deed of completion
By all means you'll be alive

But not intact
I've sewn your lips to smile
With your own defecation on your lips

I'll knock that %#@!-eating grin right off your face
Abnormally disfigured designs, you observe the genesis of my abattoir
Reality accepted, you have no choice but to comply with my scalpel, and my liscence to kill

!@%( seepage flowing, I can't repress the urge
Thy coprophagist shall ingurgitate the filth
Grinding at your head with my bonesaw breaking zygoma

I love these tools at my disposal, I'm alive
She cried out helplessly again
I ripped her limb from $#&@ing limb

Just one less !@#% to walk this $#&@ing earth
I will spit right in your $#&@ing face
How does it taste

After the lips are sealed below your waist
You will never $#&@ again
My scalpel gleams, my attention cast aside

Hardening arteries begging for an inimical thrust
Byproducts of digestion soak the floor
I'm searching for a hypodermic syringe to draw the waste

Flowing in your jugular, the heart is pumping faster
As I lie and wait to watch you erupt from every orifice
The necrotizing fasciitis has commenced its work

No anasthesia applied, this will be everlasting
In the name of anatomy
I shall dismember and attain what is rightfully mine

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