Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Gorebox , by - Putrid Pile. Song from the album House of Dementia, in the genre Release date: 31.05.2009
Record label: Metalhit.com, Sevared
Song language: English
The Gorebox |
| Deep in the bowels of my basement |
| There sits a box of goodies that excites me |
| Filled up with putrid gore |
| Body parts of the young and old alike |
| Festering right here before me |
| I murder with my conscience clear |
| Soaking in the pluck of humans |
| Up to my neck |
| Livers, kidneys, lungs, and intestines |
| Just to name a few |
| Naked and standing at full mast |
| Aroused |
| Slamming my cock viciously, spewing semen ecstasy |
| Praise my gorebox |
| When all my victims have succumbed to my rage |
| They’re prepared for amateur dissection |
| Their ribcage meets my bone saw |
| Bones crack as I expose their innards, so inviting |
| No need for gloves |
| Fondle their bloody organs |
| Can’t ignore the madness that saturates me |
| When I bathe in innards, the lion’s subdued |
| The stench of the virtuous ascends to my nostrils |
| Triggering reminiscent thoughts of when I made them pule |
| Why do these morbid deeds, you ask? |
| Could I have been abandoned as a child? |
| Or maybe beaten to a bloody pulp? |
| It could be a million scenarios |
| Maybe I just like the power of death |
| To see my victims paralyzed with fear |
| Control of their fate |
| I just love to watch them die |