Pity For The Pious Lyrics

Pity For The Pious lyrics

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