Pity for the Pious

The pious pour their pity pure
I can sell a little cure
The burning flesh, the sweetest smell
I kiss the angel burnt in hellI watch your fallen boring fate
As you sweat and you masturbate
I'm touching you but cannot feel
But one small poke and you will squealConstantly commits consume
Creep on to your closing tombNo whiskey welcome at your door
Not a light for your whore
Not a word that I can hear
The stench of shit tells me you're nearConstantly commits consume
Creep on to your closing tombYour God is gaping
Your God is waiting
Your terror rises
To no surprisesYour God is gaping
Your God is waiting
Your terror rises
To no surprisesMirror mirror on the wall
Doberman's are in the hall
Mirror mirror on the wall
Take off that blindfold, face them allMirror mirror on the wall
Dope bonanza in the mall
Mirror mirror on the wall
Hold on tight, I'll fuck you allConstantly commits consume
Creep on to your closing tombYour God is gaping
Your God is waiting
Your terror rises
To no surprisesYour God is gaping
Your God is waiting
Your terror rises
To no surprisesYour God is gaping
Your God is waiting
Your terror rises
To no surprisesYour God is gaping
Your God is waiting
Your terror rises
To no surprises