Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Gorebox, artist - Putrid Pile. Album song House of Dementia, in the genre
Date of issue: 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 |