Tomb Of Scabs-Devourment

There＇s a room in my house, a tomb of women who need to rot in hell The stench will fill your throat with puss and drain from out your nose Open the door discover dead whores who begged for more now covered in gore Countless remains and piles of scabs putrid remnants cover the floor Some of the kicked and some of them screamed and some of them never seemed to bleed Some of them twitched and some of them kicked and some were forced to take my dick Some of them gushed and some were crushed and some of them paid for their sinful lust Some of them cried and some of them lied, they told me they loved me before they died Through the torture, through the torment I didn＇t feel an ounce of regret Carving insides, slashing faces countless b**ches put in their places Severed torsos, butchered assholes, skinless bodies put on wood poles Slaughtered tissue, cutout eyeballs, gallons of fluid stain my tombs walls One by one I watch them die, my tomb holds more that meets the eye From rape to torture, beatings too they die, but I have more to do My urges force me to violate Theses b**ches in their butchered state Slicing throats while I inject my bloodsoaked member Cumming into their slaughtered sombed