Full Metal Bawl (the True Story About Her Death) - Lord Of The Lost

Declaring war, you I deplore

You’re scum in tights

Sex is a chore

Well I’ve been waiting

For you to die for too long

It’s time to take

Your fate in my rabid hands

Lustless, my heart is cold

Orgasms faked, no libido

Maybe Satan sent me

Or evil’s just my thing

The devil is inside you

I’m tearing from within

Declaring war, you I deplore

You’re scum in tights

Sex is a chore

Cadaverous, each room’s an ocean of blood

As… you fade from life

Strychnine seems medicinal

I have obscene dreams

A poisoned mind, no control

The future looms, I am your doom

Baby feel me slit this

Joining up the holes

There’ll be no need for stitches

As the death knell tolls

Declaring war, you I deplore

You’re scum in tights

Sex is a chore

The first cut is sweetest of all

The thrilling sight of your downfall

Your torture is my perfect porn

Your wretched end, I will not mourn

Don’t think it’s all a metaphor

The reddend knife cuts through the core

Walk through the door, marked 'Nevermore'

Full metal bawl

The blackest light, the purest storm

Full metal bawl