SEX. VIOLENCE. DEATH... - Lowbrow

They’re coming to chop your fucking head off

They’ll grab you by your torso sucking your

Spurting blood hack your arm off

At the joint first-fuck toy smearing

Their cunts with your guts

Pools of blood from all of the killed

It’s a blood feast they kill for the thrill

reaching the depth of living in sin

Orgasmic rush as they’re doing you in

Covered in blood enjoying the stench

Raping and killing until none are left

Teeth on a necklace remembrance

Saving one of your own as one their fold

SEX, VIOLENCE, DEATH…