d**h Du Jour - Harlot Deliverance lyrics

Acquittal is adultery for coitus on burial pile Hold up the torch exquisiten but cold seed still pours between hocks Vacant's so adorn Futile to angle the fair flesh injudiciously; Merely adornable cloack for bones Rubbing against maggots nourishment Several hours to waste just to waste self Attractive piercing fleshly aroma Blank mere than this unwrapped being Take eyes off behalf nausea but honour Flesh and bones crumbled for ama** Brains visible, salty blood drinkable Taste and masticate; Suitable and esteem Inloathsome