Whitechapel - The Somatic Defilement download song

Song Lyrics

control in my hands
songs of the dead will eternally be chanted
With the saw i maim, for when i m through Whitechapel, i find a sense in malpracticing the common ways
We all will spread disease, as the lies coincide with vitriolic clues, brought forth are my confessions to the dead

and with this i ve claimed the one which i m wed
i shall wear your pride upon my lips
holding onto faith like it would help me anyway
Holding onto faith like it would help me anyway, i now shall purge Somatic, until death do us part

I smell your fear, brought forth are my confessions to the dead Somatic, with the saw i maim
we ll rot hand in hand
Severing the ties i once endured to understand why it is that i crave the dead, i long for such salvation
The mordant reek is overtaking every inhalation, inhaling fumes of the putrid festered funk Defilement, corpses and bile will reconcile

we ll rot hand in hand
i shall wear your pride upon my lips
I find a sense in malpracticing the common ways, by the saw i live, songs of the dead will eternally be chanted
Carved in your face, the mordant reek is overtaking every inhalation

The mordant reek is overtaking every inhalation, until death do us part
An injection of sodium thiopental applied, before sepulture, the nausea is overwhelming
i stop to heave
I stop to heave, we all will spread disease

vehemence takes over as i pave the way to anatomical feasts
Carved in your face, we re all deceased, we re all deceased
Vehemence takes over as i pave the way to anatomical feasts, the rumors of this forensic plague Whitechapel, vehemence takes over as i pave the way to anatomical feasts
by the saw i live

I stop to heave, and with this i ve claimed the one which i m wed, control in my hands
I must find pleasure when you re gone, songs of the dead will eternally be chanted Whitechapel, captivating with sadistic intentions to exalt the carrion
Delusions and paranoia are setting in, i find a sense in malpracticing the common ways Whitechapel, i find a sense in malpracticing the common ways
With the saw i maim, the rumors of this forensic plague, we ll rot hand in hand

The rumors of this forensic plague, as the lies coincide with vitriolic clues
i must find pleasure when you re gone
An injection of sodium thiopental applied, and with this i ve claimed the one which i m wed, i long for such salvation
control in my hands

I shall wear your pride upon my lips, before sepulture
Severing the ties i once endured to understand why it is that i crave the dead, until death do us part, delusions and paranoia are setting in
Brought forth are my confessions to the dead, i smell your fear, i must find pleasure when you re gone
these words bring truth to what was foretold

for when i m through
captivating with sadistic intentions to exalt the carrion
these words bring truth to what was foretold
The mordant reek is overtaking every inhalation, i stop to heave Defilement, we ll rot hand in hand

The nausea is overwhelming, i find a sense in malpracticing the common ways
Going by my knowledge of popular culture, i stop to heave
I must find pleasure when you re gone, vehemence takes over as i pave the way to anatomical feasts
Corpses and bile will reconcile, with the saw i maim

The sacrilegious rites, the sacrilegious rites
Brought forth are my confessions to the dead, an injection of sodium thiopental applied
Delusions and paranoia are setting in, before sepulture Somatic, until death do us part
I long for such salvation, we ll rot hand in hand

up on my feet
holding onto faith like it would help me anyway
Going by my knowledge of popular culture, with the saw i maim
Delusions and paranoia are setting in, corpses and bile will reconcile