Capital Punishment - Meat Leech

Prepare for the ritual.

Determined urges,
Blood slurping,
mend this brain,
I'm cursed with,
Necrophilia,
Bastard born sinnerrr,
And,
Amateur butcha,
Fucked head wound,
Mouth full of shit,
New set of flaps wide open in her armpit,
Eating the last of,
Your flesh matter,
Persistant delusion ready for disaster.

Penetrate the,
New hole.

I need to bathe straight in your blood,
To put the enemies off my scent,
Need to consume as much as I can,
So I don't physically turn to sand,

Gurgling,
Your blood,
Yes it turns me on,
Can't resist now,
As I'm too far gone,

Lacerations,
Sweet fixations,
Organs drained for my gratification,

Bloodsucking parasite
Homemade transfusion
Drain her veins
Mental confusion
Cannabilistic appetite
To feel no pain
Got nothing but blood on my brain


My insides turn to sand,
It’s all for good health
Force it into my veins
I’m running low


Flood every orifice
With the blood of the hunted
Who cares if I’m found
It’s a matter of life and death
I can fuckin taste it