Whitechapel - Alone in the Morgue


As your system contracts. I�m waiting at the end with open mouth
My eagerness can�t hold itself my nerves are jolting
I�m on my knees waiting for something to give
Cauterized. The sweat is quenching every feeling in my mind
Dark morgues my home. I�ll prowl in the nightfall. They want me to succumb
Isolated murder. No one can hear your screams. Your agony is bliss
Pure virgin held down. Trust me. I�ll give you everything. Trust me
The hysterectomy is splattered on my face next stay ostectomy I�m going weak
I�ll leave you gutted for authorities to find. Nowhere to be found
My instincts are in vain.

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