The horror they leave in three's they always do

I'm holding hands with the devil 

While you make your deal with Jesus

So let me milk your prostate with the unborn meat fingers



Horrible your eyes implode with Lucifer's hammer so you don't watch

It's satisfaction guaranteed, the horror, this condemned end of life 



Three are dead, one wounded



You just should have planted the rotten seed

Inside your grandmother, she could afford the abortion



Three, one dead



What was it what was occupying your mind

Into the vaginal secretion

I'll drop my rotten seed to you, it's time to trash the fetal tissue

It's time to trash the fetal tissue

One two three four five six.