Whitechapel
Whitechapel - Devirgination Studies lyrics
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Now that I have my trophy of your anatomy Your stiff can be excised aberrantly. Convulsions transpire you're seeping suppuration Our intamacy is arcane to culture These ethics I contain in my arsenal of pleasure Failed to be appreciated. Your proposition isn't good enough In due time I'll dictate your vile form Into my incapable hands And claim you for my own. You're born into these hands again [Send the slut back to hell ]x4 Another whore to seek to fondle and misuse Back to the grave to exhume again.