Tumor Puss

Carnacain

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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