I'll make a fortune.
When they're all dead.
Fuck the corpses.
To force my will.
I'll make a fortune.
When they're all dead.
Fuck the corpses.
To force my will.
Orchid of vile desire,
Smell the rotten cunt,
Rich in septic fluid,
One way to swerve my hunt.
Give me your children.
Make sure they're dead.
Lifeless and limbless.
Rest in my bed.
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Larry Wang 'singing', glorious slams and atmospherics ripped straight out of Aliens result in a should-not-be-missed slab of inhuman fury. poisonremedy