Putrid Pile - The Face of Death текст песни

I know that you don’t want it But that doesn’t deter me from my objective
In my cross-hairs for such a long time
Routine memorized to benefit me You don’t have time to pray
As you’re suddenly snatched away
From the nightly walk you’ve traveled so many times before
Tear away your clothes while hand covers hole
I don’t need you to alert anyone
Shedding tears of fear, violations here
Your dry c*nt makes me come with ease… ease
I am the face of death!
I alone have sealed your fate
I am the face of death!
Slowly slip away from me Dead and abandoned in the bushes
Your only purpose was to relieve me Relieve the pressure from my loins
Conceited c*nting whore