An Inch of Gold for an Inch of Time

The horror, they leave in threes, 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, it's guaranteed You should have just planted the rotten seed 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

Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 20, 2026

Cringing at the sight, flawless face dragged Eyelids ruptured with twisted nails I giggled, kissing my fingers Type C and saliva bubbling Kissing my fingers Find an easier way dying Before you get murdered Find an easier way dying Before you get murdered Type C and saliva bubbling Kissing my fingers The floor boards will never hold the same finish

Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 20, 2026

Give him back his sweater That poor fellow has only Orchestrated symphonies Into the poisoned ant hills You have tried, I'm afraid Don't let it hurt, I shouldn't stay Show your cards, now I want out Stain the tub, clot the streak Cock the wheel, push it deep Fallen shade drowsy left me hopeless Carve my head, great disguise Took a breath, gave it back Warly aged, self-pitying misfit Experience, coincidence Quality, menstruating It makes more sense to speak nonsense What is it like to scatter organs all over a Deeply pasteurized land? Just like a cat without a mouse It masturbates, it violates (Sadistic dresser) Just like a cat without a mouse It masturbates, it violates (Sadistic dresser) Just like a cat without a mouse It masturbates, it violates (Sadistic dresser) Just like a cat without a mouse It masturbates, it violates Maybe it's the ability to choose That makes a wounded player take to the field And laugh at his injury, than to be Fed peas and carrots by his sitter Farewell to the Oldsmobile Acknowledge the new models Farewell to the Oldsmobile Acknowledge the new models (Farewell) Farewell to the Oldsmobile (Farewell) Farewell to the Oldsmobile (Farewell) Farewell Set me back in my old sweater for an hour or two I can obtain Satisfaction mutilating one's humiliating me You have tried, I'm afraid Don't let it hurt, I shouldn't stay Show your cards now, I want out Stain the tub, clot the streak Cock the wheel, push it deep Fallen shade drowsy, left me hopeless Carve my head, great disguise Took a breath, gave it back Early aged, self-pitying misfit What is the point of laying in a comfortable position If you can't fall asleep in it? What is the point of laying in a comfortable position If you can't fall asleep in it? What is the point of laying in a comfortable position If you can't fall asleep in it? What is the point of laying in a comfortable position If you can't fall asleep in it? What is the point of laying in a comfortable position If you can't fall asleep?

Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 20, 2026

The soiled ground for the sacrifice Dispelled, crippling, faulty holyland I am your martyr, your stigmata The tears turn to blood beneath my eyes My body listens (As you whisper) My fingers bend, bend, bend (As I'm nailed to your cross) The splinters etch, etch (Hearts in my back) I denounce this crucifixion I demand another sacrifice A cast shadow over this narrow hill Pulling my fingers from these nails There will be no use For a second coming A cast shadow over this narrow hill Pulling my fingers from these nails

Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 20, 2026

Ahhh, little pretty one, pretty one When you gonna give me some time, Sharona? Ohh, you make my motor run, motor run Got it comin' off of the line, Sharona Never gonna stop, give it up, such a dirty mind I always get it up for the touch of the younger kind My, my, my, oh whoa woo! M-M-M-My Sharona Come a little closer huh, will ya huh? Close enough to look in my eyes, Sharona Keeping it a mystery, it gets to me Running down the length of my thighs, Sharona Never gonna stop, give it up, such a dirty mind Always get it up for the touch of the younger kind My, my, my, oh whoa woo! M-M-M-My Sharona M-M-M-My Sharona My, my, my, woo! My, my, my, woo! My, my, my (Yeah) Woo! My Sharona My-My-My-My-My, My-My, My-My My-My-My-My-My-My Sharona My-My-My-My-My My-My-My, my, my Sharona My Sharona

Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 20, 2026