Detonation Deserving Death
You are all that is disgusting
And filthy of this world
The bastard son of a whore
Who led a thousand maniacs to her womb.
To her womb! To her womb...
I rid myself of the sewer swine
And all that lies beneath
I rid myself of death
Which is far too lenient a task for thou thus deserving...
Deserving death!
I rid myself of the sewer swine
And all that lies beneath
I rid myself of death
Which is far too lenient a task for thou thus deserving...
Deserving death!
