Whitechapel - Ear To Ear

Screeching mephitic sacrilege, manifesting, Raping your incoherent mind from afar. Holding your stiff hand below my waist I will begin to ravish you Symbolic pride against your skin marking eternal branding Pulling out the tools the operation beings Melting the skin to climax again Fornicated whore of the past-tense Shall experience articulo mortis. How innocent this scheme of murder. How I redeem my prize of faith and infamy Is not your place I shall remember this For I live again. Necromaniac persuing dreams of liquid suffocation Your neck is smiling at me ear to fucking ear, The trachea exposed, pulsing hemoglobin entities at me. Your neck is smiling ear to fucking ear, The gurgling of gore, The sound of splitting hide, The grinding of the bones. Ear to fucking ear, The verdict isn't met until you're dead, Ear to fucking ear.