Paroles de A Cold Logistic Slaughter

Bob's bizarre bazaar of murder Every part of my mind set to procreate torture A trail of mayhem is the path I walk I'm a birthmarked psychopath with pandora's box Berdella's home store of murder Every part of my mind set to procreate torture Bondage eden of orgasmic lust Flooding the soil with blood and debris Enter thy household, exit in red My sole satisfaction is to see you being bled Euthanasia Death's poetry Brute splendour Vermillion disease The leading role in a wretched flick Social pressure depressing the weak Pushing the limit to force-feed humility Self proclaimed cold logistic slaughter Infamous advertisement for common cattle Flooding the soil with blood and debris All bow down to Bob's store of the extreme