Despicable

Under the scalpel blade You're the slithering Ectothermal White serpent, Sigma The Aldrich Weller Swann-Morton and sterilance Caduceus rise Caduceus writhe You're the wriggling Squirming worm Annelid Ailee Hill rom The Hoffman geister feather and Auro lab Caduceus rise Caduceus writhe The serpent thrives From the maternity ward To the cold morgue Under the knife, the tensile scalpel blade Theater of operations The cruciform staff and Snake Snake Under the knife, the tensile scalpel blade Theater of operations The caress of exquisite Pain Pain Under the scalpel blade! Caduceus rise Caduceus writhe The serpent thrives From the maternity ward To the cold morgue Yeah! Caduceus rise The serpent thrives! Under the knife, the tensile scalpel blade Theater of operations The cruciform staff and Snake Snake Under the knife, the tensile scalpel blade Theater of operations The caress of exquisite Pain Pain Under the knife, the tensile scalpel blade Theater of operations The cruciform staff and Snake Snake Under the scalpel... The scalpel blade

Excercicing demons, Excorcising Reason Thirsty temperence will no suduce this temper seasoned There’s no solace to be found in this Southern descomfort A toast to Lilithcide, the unholy spirit image Slaughtered, wasted, legless, Half cut Slaughtered Nefarious narrative in the morbid drowning Simply a matter of liver of death Or Am I merely bathing I watch your life melt away like warm Ice in a empty glass Play host to the dеmon seed Don’t you know, not only women bleed Slaughtered-Last ordеrs, legless, harmless, Half cut Slaughtered-always down the worst and never across Slaughtered-it is Always better to have loathed and lost A Hellion on Earth, to this a glass I raise Granden consumption, the bitterness I can almost taste Deadly libation, lugus naturae host Last rites, Last orders, deadly comastosed Whitechapel will never be mine So another drink I shall be inbide The leather apron rules divine The true Pos paradigm Slaughtered Slaughtered Slaughtered A Hellion on Earth, to this a glass I raise Granden consumption, the bitterness I can almost taste Deadly libation, lugus naturae host Last rites, Last orders, deadly... Slaughtered Wasted, Legless, Half cut Slaughtered Remember down the wrist and never across

Submitted by NecroGod — Mar 26, 2026