Kneel before the tomb of disease
Decimate all
Standing at its doorways,
Did you really expect me to bow down to you
And
They call me a creeping oozing son of a bitch
Because
Crushing, bludgeoning you into dust
Mushing, pounding you into dust
Smashing,
I am the ruler of these plaguelands; my reign drives
Selling limbs from a bag was always my forte; I
She bled from every fucking hole!
That bitch bled for days,
My knife is deep inside your fucking uterus
Shut your fucking