Alone In The Morgue
Whitechapel
As your system contracts
I'm waiting at the end with open mouth
My eagerness can't hold itself my nerves are jolting
I'm on my knees waiting for something to give
Cauterized
The sweat is quenching every feeling in my mind
Dark morgues my home
I'll prowl in the nightfall
They want me to succumb
Isolated murder
No one can hear your screams
Your agony is bliss
Pure virgin held down
Trust me
I'll give you everything
Trust me
The hysterectomy is splattered on my face next stay ostectomy I'm going weak
I'll leave you gutted for authorities to find
Nowhere to be found
My instincts are in vain