Cradle Of Filth - Lord Abortion Lyrics
I was born with a birthmark of cindersDebris cast from the stars and MotherA ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the watersOf life that ran slick from the stabwounds in HerDub Me Lord Abortion, the living deadThe bonesaw on the backseatOn this bitter night of giving headA sharp rear entry, an exit in redLump in the throat, on my cum chokeThe killing joke worn thin with breathI grew up on the sluts bastard Father beat blueKeepsake cunts cut full out easing puberty throughAah! Nostalgia growsNow times nine or tenWithin this vice den called a soulDying for resurrectionI dig deep to come againThe spasm of orgasm on a roll...I live the slow serrated rapeThe bucks fizz of amyl nitrateVictims force fed thair own faceTear stains upon the drapeI should compare themTo a warm Summer's dayBut to the letter, it is betterTo lichen their names to a graveCounting My years on an abacus strungWith labial rings and heartstrings undoneDub Me Lord Abortion, the living deadThe bonesaw on the backseatOn this bitter night of giving headA sharp rear entry, an exit in redLump in the throat, on My cum chokeThe killing joke worn thin with breathHorrorscopes My dioramaA twelve part (so far) psychodramaAnother chained I mean to harm HerInside as well as outA perverts gasp inside the maskI'm hard, blow My house of cardsAll turn up Death, Her bleeding startsIn brute vermillion parts...Now I slither through the hairline cracksIn sanity, best watch your backPossessed with levering Hell's gates wideLiberating knives to cut Humanity slackMy ambition is to slay anonA sinner in the hands of a dirty GodWho lets Me prey, a Gilles De RaisOf light where faith leads truth astrayI slit guts guts and free the moistest faccesCorrupt the corpse and seize the choicest piecesHer alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grinVaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within"My heart was a wardrum beatBy jugular cults in eerie jungle vaultsWhen number thirteen fell in My lapLips and skin like sin, a Venus MantrapMy appetite whetted, storm crows wheeledAt the blurred edges or reason 'til I was fulfilledWhors d'oeuvres eaten, I tucked Her intoA grave coffin fit for the Queen of SpadesShe went out like the light in My mindHer face an avalanche of pearl, of ruby wine...Much was a flux, but the mouth once good for *****sCame from retirement to prove She had not lost Her touchI kissed Her viciously, maliciously, religiouslyBut when has ONE been able TO best seperate the THREE?I know I'm sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I doAah, aah, ahh, I'll let you sleep when I am through..."The suspect shadow sher they leastExpect My burning grasp to reachThe stranglehold, the opened armsSeeking sweet meat with no holes barredRainbows that My razors wrungMidst Her screams and seams undoneSung at the top of punctured lungsI bite My spiteful tongueLest curses spat from primal lairsFreeze romance where Angels, bareAre lost to love, bloodloss, despairI weep, they merely stare...And stare, and stare, and stare, and stare.
