Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bloody Underwear, artist - Six Feet Under. Album song Torment, in the genre
Date of issue: 23.02.2017
Record label: Metal Blade Records
Song language: English
Bloody Underwear |
You are my next victim |
The knife invades your genitals |
The pleasure from your pain I’m feeling imprinted in my memory |
Slowly choked then released |
I plunge my knife in you |
Once alive now deceased |
I blew a load in you |
After death her crotch did bleed |
I kept a souvenir |
From your life, from your death |
Your bloody underwear |
Slowly choked, then released, I plunge my knife in you |
Once alive, now deceased |
I blew a load in you |
After death her crotch did bleed |
I kept a souvenir |
From your life, from your death |
Your bloody underwear |
Bloody underwear |
I smell your rotting hole |
Smells better now that you’re dead |
Your broken legs spread wide open |
Permanently in rigor mortis |
Slowly choked, then released, I plunge my knife in you |
Once alive, now deceased |
I blew a load in you |
After death her crotch did bleed |
I kept a souvenir |
From your life, from your death |
Your bloody underwear |
Bloody underwear |
Slowly choked, then released |
I plunge my knife in you |
Once alive, now deceased |
I blew a load in you |
After death her crotch did bleed |
I kept a souvenir |
From your life, from your death |
Your bloody underwear |
This knife stuck up in deep as I can carve |
A butchering of your inside |
Gets my cock so hard |
The blood poured from your eye sockets |
Stare out those empty eyes |
Like your soul and skull |
A dead brain in your head |
And now there’s nothing left |
You’re just a memory |
Slowly choked, then released |
I plunge my knife in you |
Once alive, now deceased |
I blew a load in you |
After death her crotch did bleed |
I kept a souvenir |
From your life, from your death |
Your bloody underwear |
Slowly choked, then released, I plunge my knife in you |
Once alive, now deceased |
I blew a load in you |
After death her crotch did bleed |
I kept a souvenir |
From your life, from your death |
Your bloody underwear |
Bloody underwear |
I smell your rotting hole |
Smells better now that you’re dead |
Your broken legs spread wide open |
Permanently in rigor mortis |