Tumor Puss کے بول

Stumbling across a heap of lust Young and thin as twine Someone's victim, my luck Still warm to the touch Skin so pale Smell so foul Driving me wild Dried mud Mixed blood Crusted slip revealed Opportunity, a thrill A stiff corpse, no squeal Too good to pass up These holes I will fill Tumor puss Heap of lust A finger to the warm hole Then I stab through the gut (Laugh) Pounding dead flesh Making a mess Squeezing the breast Make it bruise It feels so good Got to hold back It feels so good Nice and tight It feels so good Got to hold back It feels so good I can't stop Get up dust my self off Stand back savor this picture It's not about the tumor It's all about the puss The warm chewy center The reason my thrust Tumor puss