Kmfdm (kein Mehrheit Fur Die Mitleid)-pity For The Pious Lyrics

Kmfdm (kein Mehrheit Fur Die Mitleid)-pity For The Pious

The pious pour their pity pure



I can sell a little cure



The burning flesh



The sweetest smell



I kiss the angel



Burnt in hell



I watch your fallen boring fate



As you sweat and you masturbate



I'm touching you but cannot feel



But one small poke and you will squeal







Constantly commit consume



Creep on to your closing tomb







No whiskey welcome at your door



Not a light for your whore



Not a word that I can hear



The stench of shit tells me you're near







Your god is gaping



Your god is waiting



Your terror rises



To no surprises







Mirror mirror on the wall



Doberman's are in the hall



Mirror mirror on the wall



Take off that blindfold face them all



Mirror mirror on the wall



Dope bonanza in the mall



Mirror mirror on the wall



Hold on tight i'll fuck you all