Cerebral Bore - Open Casket Priapism

Cock, hard As we start The strangest sight to behold Cadavers Cold flesh and rock solid boab A penis You've only seen in nightmares So solid, Old folk and children it scares Running around, from the cock of your dreams Fleshy, veiny, scary From the coffin into parishioners Watch them run, fucking scared of the boab Every step they take, they will be consumed You can't run, up the bum, check out the size of that chode Pinstripe suit, with a rip in the gooch He's come for you He's gone commando, no more shame Huge pants tent Morticians fault, he is the one to blame Open box, with a cock on the rocks It's a phallic pipe No more trousers, they are gone Bifkin cone Morticians fault, he is the one to blame We, we shall not survive, we will die We cannot have a future Flame grilled, served up for your dinner Cunt filled, fucked 'till dead, no more tread Spunk filled, creamy jizz on your tits You're now infested Filth... Feces, now you see, smothered on your face Milky spunk in your ears, you can't hear a thing Framing up the entry, it's your turn, feel the burn You'll have to wait, there a queue to see the pussy too Cunt It had cum Upon me I have no fear I will take it You cunt As we end There's nothing left to unfold Continue The story must be retold That penis A legend in it's own right No dreaming Screaming it's name out at night Open box with cock inside it You have witnessed something frightening Run straight from the chode Get what you're owed Spunk out my load Release It's the time for a reign in terror All the juices are flowing Just cause of the massacre It's what I do and I do it well Spinal fluid in a cup or two Priapism for the fuck of you Everytime I spunk my load A piece of me goes into you Fuck you You have no soul Cream pied! Open casket priapism is a haunting sight