Acid Bath - The Morticians Flame Lyrics
hunter of tears, relative painhalf of this world is dark with the stainthe stain of unknowingthe dead flower buds,on smiling lips is innocent bloodthe corpse of your god can only rot and grow coldnow promise me you'll kill me before I get oldI hear you on the telephonemoaning my dooma cold woman will kill me in a darkened roomjust enough, a heart attackseal up my black body bagtake me home and hate me, lovebite the hand of our lost lovetake your time and take your lifeamputate with this dull knifeheaven's meat is on the stickstir my pain with an ice pickpick, pick, pickpick, pick, pickpick, pick, pickthe chain-saw smile of the mortician shinesI still got all my fingers but somewhere I lost my mindI can smell abortion on youI can see throughI take the gun out of my mouth and point it at you