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She is Clenched in the Teeth of Zombies

from VOID (EP) by The Last Surrealist

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lyrics

Release her body like nectar formed
On Golgotha display the human flesh
Covering the spirits of the carnal dead
Submerged in the blood of a raped form

Tie her body to the wooden cross
To suck the vinegar from the Christ Lord

And baptize the concealed beauty
With vapor decaying viral whore
To sleep in paradise alone

I can't see from this vantage point
That the world is coming to an end
This fucking shit universe left by God for dogs
Is ripping, ripping at our flesh

Let us drink this vile of whiskey
And bury our sorrow with emptiness
The beasts swallow her dying flesh
With no comfort for fucking breath

She rests her head on a paved deathbed
While hallucinogenic visions of a shotgun instead
Sucks the life from the empty preying vessel

I clamber to my feet to aid her escape
The horror surrounds us like the night
It seems no one is left in this place
Except the dead, or the living
Whom set the world ablaze in triumphant sadness

We ready ourselves in a cold sweat
My flesh combines with her flesh
We fuck one another as the only escape

While the dead linger just outside the doorway
My body spasms from the orgasmic flood
And drowns my misery in euphoric nothingness

The zombies break in the fucking house
So many get their brains blown out
I'm all out of ammo so shove a dildo up their
Fucking ass and laugh as I fucking kill myself

She is left on her own but escapes
The attack leaves her heart racing,
Pulsing as she cries to the gods above
"Am I truly left alone?"

Like every good apocalypse
She slits her wrists and slowly drifts
Into the ambient sound waves of night
Where two entwined quietly died

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from VOID (EP), released March 12, 2013

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