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letra de a zombie wake - grim therapist

[verse 1: grimrape]
obsessed satanic forces tortured me while awake
i’m a depressed zombie then just woke up back to [?]
possession of church defecating donation plate
masturbating confession awaited nothing nun’s faced
they [?] like a u-f-o, blood spraying from [?] bottom holes
so all the people came to my funeral
and catch fly on our hands
drag me to h-ll and yelled at my name
i slip my own thorn hopes the blood and doused in flames
but then they catch your breath through my next to stoma
[?] the bible [?] prisoner’s idol to his inner coma
then my oar starts the vain like a name in own gravestone
making all out the body parts like an end needs home
ships getting exposed bone
the ghost shrooming the valley of the death alone
collapsing the [?] in god’s throne
rabid male forms like kratoms and the body bury your clones with fire
thrones spreads to the puce it rolls
i transform to a murder of crowns, [?] voice [?] behold
[?] to my forms, selecting [?] stole my soul
i’ll walk on the fires of the h-ll with desire [?]
stained gl-ss window shatter and the roof collapsed
they scatter like roaches but they’re trapped like rats
a giant claws [?] axe like a door latch
my hands become messed and slammed till their limbs detached
[?] spastic gat [?] as achieves like sap
a venomous [?] gas but there is the mess as a m-ss
wash the elastic flesh mouth like plastic dash
[?] skin shrivels and cracks then we use match
i’ll disappear then apparent tash to a torture rap
and give us some jesus, i [?] turns us back
the shame, [?] fact that was scooping the pleasure
and relax one force sl-ts and [?] the leather
they sever my tethers and save the mind forever
i hear [?] themselves
[?] screwed as h-ll, [?] the faint you doubt
[?] temple mound, satan nail down to the ground
then held up his crown, no sounds, screams, silence
scenes of violence, die down, all demons froze than bound
river commands to be shattered out
all demons scoop on the death mask mouths
let the bogus sl-t to get skull f-cked in the mouth
[?] raining in, selfish melt
torture each other now, i want nothing else

[hook x2: grimrape]
living in this world as drifting me insane
the only thing that makes the pain go away
it’s when the dizzy dame gives me some brains

- grim therapist

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