Morbid - Dark Lotus

I was eight years old and morbid

Did as I was told, so morbid

Since way back then, I’ve hated cops

I got one in my trunk, now I’m morbid

I sleep in a coffin, morbid

With a dead body in it, more morbid

I make love to this stiff

Her butt, I sniff it

Gettin' high, right out of this orbit

That loom in my eyes, now that’s morbid

Kidnap her with knives, so morbid

Cut her into pieces, ahh that’s morbid

Then I’ll make her meat as white, now that’s morbid

I’m not a creature, right, I’m morbid

I can delete your life, now that’s morbid

Follow him to speak for awhile, that’s morbid

Hit em with the cleaver style, now that’s morbid

My gruesome fascination become

My daily occupation

Which brings us to this situation your

(Morbid murder! Morbid murder!)

Every thought conceived is morbid

When I stab you, bleed that’s morbid

Live by assassins creed, it’s morbid

When you don’t believe I’ll get morbid

The stank on my breath is morbid

Dried blood on my chest, that’s morbid

Only bones has left, it’s morbid

I’m the angel of death, I’m morbid

I collect dead things, that’s morbid

Wear their bones as rings, that’s morbid

Bathe in their blood, that’s morbid

Do it for the love and that’s morbid

I love to kill and that’s morbid

Still here to thrill in this morbid

Please no more pills in this morbid

Don’t no what’s real and it’s morbid

Super glued my dickhole shut, that’s morbid

Razor blade open it back up, still morbid

Piss a blood in a mouth of a slut, now that’s morbid

Slit her neck, direct this final cut, hella morbid

Heinous, creepy, deranged, insane, I’m morbid

Coat hanger scratching my metal plate, still morbid

Finger painting «help» on the window pane, that’s morbid

Play with dead bodies like I’m insane, now that’s morbid

I’m addicted to pain, so morbid

Let’s go get the chain, so morbid

I’m dangling again, so morbid

Lotus in black rain, so morbid

Need more body parts, so morbid

Blood splatter is art, so morbid

Diseases starts to spread, it’s morbid

Till everyone’s dead, it’s morbid