Lyrics Lord Of The Lost – Full Metal Bawl (The True Story About Her Death)
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Declaring war, you I deplore
You’re scum in tights
Sex is a chore
Well I’ve been waiting
It’s time to take
Your fate in my rabid hands
Lustless, my heart is cold
Orgasms faked, no libido
Maybe Satan sent me
Or evil’s just my thing
The devil is inside you
I’m tearing from within
Declaring war, you I deplore
You’re scum in tights
Sex is a chore
Cadaverous, each room’s an ocean of blood
As… you fade from life
Strychnine seems medicinal
I have obscene dreams
A poisoned mind, no control
The future looms, I am your doom
Baby feel me slit this
Joining up the holes
There’ll be no need for stitches
As the death knell tolls
Declaring war, you I deplore
You’re scum in tights
Sex is a chore
The first cut is sweetest of all
Your torture is my perfect porn
Your wretched end, I will not mourn
Don’t think it’s all a metaphor
The reddend knife cuts through the core
Walk through the door, marked ‘Nevermore’
Full metal bawl
The blackest light, the purest storm
Full metal bawl