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Pity For The Pious

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  • The pious pour their pity pure
    I can sell a little cure
    The burning flesh, the sweetest smell
    I kiss the angel burnt in hell
    I watch your fallen boring fate
    As you sweat and you masturbate
    I'm touching you but cannot feel
    But one small poke and you will squeal
    Constantly commits consume
    Creep on to your closing tomb
    No whiskey welcome at your door
    Not a light for your whore
    Not a word that
    I can hear
    The stench of **** tells me you're near
    Constantly commits consume
    Creep on to your closing tomb
    Your God is gaping
    Your God is waiting
    Your terror rises
    To no surprises
    Your God is gaping
    Your God is waiting
    Your terror rises
    To no surprises
    Mirror mirror on the wall
    Doberman's are in the hall
    Mirror mirror on the wall
    Take off that blindfold, face them all
    Mirror mirror on the wall
    **** bonanza in the mall
    Mirror mirror on the wall
    Hold on tight,
    I'll **** you all
    Constantly commits consume
    Creep on to your closing tomb
    Your God is gaping
    Your God is waiting
    Your terror rises
    To no surprises
    Your God is gaping
    Your God is waiting
    Your terror rises
    To no surprises
    Your God is gaping
    Your God is waiting
    Your terror rises
    To no surprises
    Your God is gaping
    Your God is waiting
    Your terror rises
    To no surprises
  • The pious pour their pity pure
    I can sell a little cure
    The burning flesh, the sweetest smell
    I kiss the angel burnt in hell
    I watch your fallen boring fate
    As you sweat and you masturbate
    I'm touching you but cannot feel
    But one small poke and you will squeal
    Constantly commits consume
    Creep on to your closing tomb
    No whiskey welcome at your door
    Not a light for your whore
    Not a word that
    I can hear
    The stench of **** tells me you're near
    Constantly commits consume
    Creep on to your closing tomb
    Your God is gaping
    Your God is waiting
    Your terror rises
    To no surprises
    Your God is gaping
    Your God is waiting
    Your terror rises
    To no surprises
    Mirror mirror on the wall
    Doberman's are in the hall
    Mirror mirror on the wall
    Take off that blindfold, face them all
    Mirror mirror on the wall
    **** bonanza in the mall
    Mirror mirror on the wall
    Hold on tight,
    I'll **** you all
    Constantly commits consume
    Creep on to your closing tomb
    Your God is gaping
    Your God is waiting
    Your terror rises
    To no surprises
    Your God is gaping
    Your God is waiting
    Your terror rises
    To no surprises
    Your God is gaping
    Your God is waiting
    Your terror rises
    To no surprises
    Your God is gaping
    Your God is waiting
    Your terror rises
    To no surprises