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Sutured Flesh

from Torment Of The Weak by Scordatura

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Chapping on my wooden front door
Here to preach your Holy shit
Your are not aware of my
Intentions
Invited to rid my sins
Nothing but my next skinned victim
Down in my basement is where the
Fun Begins

Skinned Alive
This game has just begun
Skinned Alive
Oh how I'm having fun
Skinned Alive
Your praying for your mum
Skinned Alive
My cock is in your bum

Bashed with your bible down to the basement
Locking the door as I desend
Chain you down onto my bed
Pencil jammed into your jed
Rip out pages from your holy book
Cock in your mouth I'll make you sook
Jizzing in your open eyes
Jesus Mary Joseph oh what a surprise

Ripping teeth out from your jaw
Painful pleasures I provide
Chocking on your blood as I
Excise your teeth for myself
Pouring savlon down your throat
Cleaning up just to check
Wouldn't want to miss a tooth
Need a chain around my neck

Jesus wished to change my way but now his messenger is going to pay
Home made cross propped up on my wall
Crucxified my blade will swing slicing off your wee ding ding
Now your skin begin to fall

Carving up your hide like skin place your waste into my bin
Completing my Jesus jacket
From your blessed skin
Fabricate it for my son I'll give it to him when he's one
Need to make them pockets deeper
For his bible

Seperating you from your flesh
Butchered bodies hacked to pieces
You were not aware of my
Intentions
Looking up at your skinned car-cass
Weeping in our sacred spit
Down on my knees begging for
Forgiveness now

Your God will abandoned you now
He will not recognise my work
Carved into a piece of artwork
On my cross you will remain
Rotten corpse will fade away
My sons jacket is here to stay
Remind me of your name again
So I can tell him when he's ten

Tasting the blood as I gargle and spit
Artery spray
Sharpen my knife before you are condemned
Slicing your flesh
Carving your skin like its my only fix
Feeding on sin
Human defection your one of the few
To become him

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from Torment Of The Weak, released February 1, 2013

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Scordatura Glasgow, UK

Violent Death Metal from Glasgow, Scotland. Formed in 2007.

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