Lyrics Whitechapel – Articulo Mortis
Text:
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. I swear you’ll reap. While I sew your cunt.
And now you rot…
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. I swear you’ll reap. While I sew your cunt.
And now you rot…
Album
Whitechapel – The Somatic Defilement
Whitechapel – Articulo Mortis
Whitechapel – Vicer Exciser
Whitechapel – Festering Fiesta
Whitechapel – Alone In The Morgue
Whitechapel – Ear To Ear
Whitechapel – Fairy Fay
Whitechapel – Prostatic Fluid Asphyxiation
Whitechapel – Devirginization Studies
Whitechapel – The Somatic Defilement
Whitechapel – Necrotizing