The Morticians Flame Lyrics

The Morticians Flame lyrics

Hunter of tears, relative to pain
half of this world is dark with the
stain
the stain of unknowing the dead flowe buds,
on smiling lips is
innocent blood
the corpse of your god can only rot
and grow cold now
promise
you'll kill me before I get old
I heard you on the telephone
moaning
my doom a cold woman will kill me in a darkened room
the
chain-saw smile of the mortician shines
I still got all my fingers
but somewhere I lost my mind
I can smell abortion on you I can see
thru
I take the gun out of my mouth and point it at you