Lord Abortion Lyrics - Midian - Cradle Of Filth

I was born with a birthmark of cinders 

Debris cast from the stars and mother 

A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters 

Of life that ran slick from the stab wounds in her 

Dub me lord abortion, the living dead 

The bone saw on the backseat 

On this bitter night of giving head 

A sharp rear entry, an exit in red 

Lump in the throat, on my come choke 

The killing joke worn thin with breath 

I grew up on the sluts bastard father beat blue 

Keepsake cunts cut full out easing puberty through 

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Aah! 

Nostalgia grows 

Now times nine or ten 

Within this vice den called a soul 

Dying resurrection 

I dig deep to come again 

The spasm of orgasm on a roll 

I live the slow serrated rape 

The bucks fizz of amyl nitrate 

Victims force fed their own face 

Tear stains upon the drape 

I should compare them 

To a warm summer's day 

But to the letter, it is better 

To lichen their names to a grave 

Counting my years on an abacus strung 

With labial rings and heartstrings undone 

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Dub me lord abortion, the living dead 

The bone saw on the backseat 

On this bitter night of giving head 

A sharp rear entry, an exit in red 

Lump in the throat, on my come choke 

The killing joke worn thin with breath 

Horrorscopes my diorama 

A twelve part (so far) psychodrama 

Another chained I mean to harm her 

Inside as well as out 

A perverts gasp inside the mask 

I'm hard, blow my house of cards 

All turn up death, her bleeding starts 

In brute vermilion parts 

Now I slither through the hairline cracks 

In sanity, best watch your back 

Possessed with levering hell's gates wide 

Liberating knives to cut humanity slack 

My ambition is to slay anon 

A sinner in the hands of a dirty god 

Who lets me pray, a Gilles de Rais 

Of light where faith leads truth astray 

I slit guts guts and free the moistest faces 

Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces 

Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin 

Vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within 

"my heart was a wardrum beat 

By jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults 

When number thirteen fell in my lap 

Lips and skin like sin, a venus mantrap 

My appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled 

At the blurred edges or reason 'til I was fulfilled 

Whors d'oeuvres eaten, I tucked her into 

A grave coffin fit for the queen of spades 

She went out like the light in my mind 

Her face an avalanche of pearl, of ruby wine 

Much was a flux, but the mouth once good for fucks 

Came from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch 

I kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously 

But when has one been able to best separate the three? 

I know I'm sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I do 

Aah, aah, ahh, I'll let you sleep when I am through" 

The suspect shadow sher they least 

Expect my burning grasp to reach 

The stranglehold, the opened arms 

Seeking sweet meat with no holes barred 

Rainbows that my razors wrung 

Midst her screams and seams undone 

Sung at the top of punctured lungs 

I bite my spiteful tongue 

Lest curses spat from primal lairs 

Freeze romance where angels, bare 

Are lost to love, blood loss, despair 

I weep, they merely stare 

And stare, and stare, and stare, and stare.