Virally Yours Lyrics - The Black Dahlia Murder

The sound of vomiting to my ears like singing 

now I am beginning to become erect 

with illness I am obsessed in the beds of the fallen I rest 

a fixation amplified the smell here is what I like best 

feverishly combing the buckets of waste 

wrapping myself in the filth-ridden sheets 

raping the shells of the comatose 

to fulfill my needs 

photographing bedsores cultured by my sick neglect 

it's more than a job it's a love for me to walk this close with death 

when you hear a flat line you know surely I'll be near 

to when the reaper's sickle is drawn I am ever aware 

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I wish I could pull these strings 

in death there are finer things 

malpractice forever be my bitter name 

how quickly life does fade away 

but a flip of the river mans coin 

could send you screaming to your grave 

grief stricken family watches on ceaseless prayers for an only son 

"I'm afraid that nothing can be done" his moment has finally come 

the wrath of a god exemplified to the pearly gates he'll soon arrive 

to leave here his husk in this room of white I'm quivering at thought 

pull the plug (I'm begging you) take the ride (to the cold and blue) 

the reapers yellowed lichen fingers aims ever so true 

the orgins of disease I have witnessed in my dreams 

the flooding of the blackest blood to quench my fetid needs 

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I wish I could pull these strings 

in death there are finer things 

malpractice forever be my bitter name 

I wish I could pull these strings 

in death there are finer things