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PUS LYRICS
"Mystery" (2001 EP)
1. Eat My Glans!!!
2. Need to be Sane
3. Dear Lizzie
4. Such a Lady-Killer
1. Eat My Glans!!!
You are a prostitute at my service tonight
You get paid if you accept my suggestion
Lay down, suck my cock, shut the fuck up
Up and down, feel my glans, choke into it
A fellation is my only choice to gain pleasure
A miracle is your only choice to escape
When you die I'll tear off your teeth and do it again
Urine stained panties I'll cram into your mouth
Eat my glans!
Six victims found near thames, lying naked, stained by paint
Marks of violence on their necks, evidences of oral sex
Sociopath -your life is living hell
Murder -is your only joy
Lust -endless and unfulfilled
Incapable -to normal intercourse
Fuck off don't get in the way
What the fuck are you looking for anyway
Fuck you you won't nail me
You all just fuck around indeed
Another cocksucker at my service tonight
Another whore who didn't accept my suggestion
Lay down, suck my cock, shut the fuck up
Up and down, feel my glans, choke into it
2. Need to be Sane
Streets of London
Will be bloody
A lonely prostitute
Facing the end
The carriage of horror
Has now arrived
A knife from the dark
Finishing your life
Feel the slash in your throat
Last breath before you choke
Lying dead just waiting
Your dead body's mine
Murdering is the medicine that heals me
Making a sound mind in a sound body
With my skills i slay everyone of you sluts
Dissecting the organs with a maximum fury
I am the death
I am the revenge
Turning it into art
Ripping your every part
Sluts of London
I will butcher
So come on little closer
And die to my blade
Last thing you´ll see
Is your blood
A surgical measure
Is ready to begin
I'll cut your upper body open
Hands will examine your organs
I start to dissect your liver
This'll takes only a few minutes
3. Dear Lizzie
Silent morning here on the fall river
Only couple of corpses are ruin the day
Take a look into the bedroom, Andrew's dead
Then go to the living room, find a double accident
Someone had a little fun with an axe
A face is struck and smashed to unrecognizable
Fresh blood's still leaking from the lacerations
The object of wrath is now waiting for insects
Dear Lizzie! Dear Lizzie, tell me what really happened?
Is your innocence correctly proved?
Or was it that stupid fuckin maid?
However, the mystery is now built
Every newspaper on your back
Opinions bother you for rest of your life
The trial gave the verdict and let you go
But the past will never let you rest
Both bordens hacked to dead
Breaking the purity of life
Pure hate wasn't expectably
Shocking acts made by...
4. Such a Lady-Killer
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