Tomb of Scabs

There's a room in my house, a tomb of women who need to rot in hell
 The stench will fill your throat with puss and drain from out your nose
 Open the door discover dead whores who begged for more now covered in gore
 Countless remains and piles of scabs putrid remnants cover the floor 

Some of the kicked and some of them screamed and some of them never seemed to bleed
 Some of them twitched and some of them kicked and some were forced to take my dick
 Some of them gushed and some were crushed and some of them paid for their sinful lust
 Some of them cried and some of them lied, they told me they loved me before they died 

Through the torture, through the torment I didn't feel an ounce of regret
 Carving insides, slashing faces countless bitches put in their places
 Severed torsos, butchered assholes, skinless bodies put on wood poles
 Slaughtered tissue, cutout eyeballs, gallons of fluid stain my tombs walls 

One by one I watch them die, my tomb holds more that meets the eye
 From rape to torture, beatings too they die, but I have more to do
 My urges force me to violate
 Theses bitches in their butchered state
 Slicing throats while I inject my bloodsoaked member
 Cumming into their slaughtered sombed 

Tomb of Scabs
 Tomb of Scabs
 Tomb of Scabs