Terrifyer (Explicit) - Pig Destroyer
These strange thorned vines
Spring from the ground
They wind around me
As they bind me down
She moves across the rosegarden
Suspended in a dark
Cloud of flies
Her toes drag the tops of the flowers
And leave them blackened
And shriveled in her
Wake her hands
Wake her hands
Wake her hands
Dangle from thin strings of skin
Her forearms they're like gun barrels
Smoking crimson
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