The Morticians Flame lyrics
by Acid Bath
Hunter of tears, relative to painhalf of this world is dark with the stainthe stain of unknowing the dead flowe buds,on smiling lips is innocent bloodthe corpse of your god can only rotand grow cold now promiseyou'll kill me before I get oldI heard you on the telephone moaningmy doom a cold woman will kill me in a darkened roomthe chain-saw smile of the mortician shinesI still got all my fingersbut somewhere I lost my mindI can smell abortion on you I can see thruI take the gun out of my mouth and point it at you
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