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• Artiste: Six Feet Under
• Titre: Bloody Underwear
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You are next victim The knife invades your genitals The pleasure from your pain I'm feeling imprinted in my Memory Slowly choked then released I plunge my knife in you Once alive now deceased I blew a load in you After death her crotch did bleed I kept a souvenir From your life from your death You're bloody underwear Slowly choked then released I plunge my knife in you Once alive now deceased I blew a load in you After death her crotch did bleed I kept a souvenir From your life from your death You're bloody underwear Bloody underwear I smell your rotting hole Smells better now that you're dead Your broken legs spread wide open Permanently in rigor mortis Slowly choked then released I plunge my knife in you Once alive now deceased I blew a load in you After death her crotch did bleed I kept a souvenir From your life from your death You're bloody underwear Bloody underwear Slowly choked then released I plunge my knife in you Once alive now deceased I blew a load in you After death her crotch did bleed I kept a souvenir From your life from your death You're bloody underwear This knife stuck up in deep as I can carve A butchering of your inside Gets my cock so hard The blood poured from your eye sockets Stare out those empty eyes Like your soul and skull A dead brain in your head And now there's nothing left You're just a memory Slowly choked then released I plunge my knife in you Once alive now deceased I blew a load in you After death her crotch did bleed I kept a souvenir From your life from your death You're bloody underwear Slowly choked then released I plunge my knife in you Once alive now deceased I blew a load in you After death her crotch did bleed I kept a souvenir From your life from your death You're bloody underwear Bloody underwear I smell your rotting hole Smells better now that you're dead Your broken legs spread wide open Permanently in rigor mortis