
Movement Of The Parasites
Blood Red Throne
Fit To Kill • 2019
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Lyrics
I am the creator of pain that is growing inside you
A tumour the size of a fist to your wrist
Eating your guts virus replacing your tissue
Darkness that spreads through your veins
Clogging your arteries with filthy propaganda
Squeeze, suck, lick, smear the rotting
Bodily fluids leaking from your pores
I eat your flesh, I tear your everything apart
For I am here to drain your existence and stop your heart
Cancer, the cancer, takes control of body and soul
Cancer, the cancer, the movement of the parasites
I hate what you used to be
I hate what you are and what you have become
I made myself into a bacterial infection
Create myself, evolve myself, get some
Cancer, the cancer, takes control of your body and soul
Cancer, the cancer, torment until you die
Cancer, the cancer, movement of the parasites
Cancer, the cancer, merciless killing of everyone
Feel the stench of the degrading decomposition of a body once so pure
Can't stop this self-deterioration
Covering all of your body with sickness
My mission is to tear you apart
No reason, no cause, just simply destruction
Of everything around your heart
No empathy for your misery
A tumour the size of a fist to your wrist
Eating your guts virus replacing your tissue
Darkness that spreads through your veins
Clogging your arteries with filthy propaganda
Squeeze, suck, lick, smear the rotting
Bodily fluids leaking from your pores
I eat your flesh, I tear your everything apart
For I am here to drain your existence and stop your heart
Cancer, the cancer, takes control of body and soul
Cancer, the cancer, the movement of the parasites
I hate what you used to be
I hate what you are and what you have become
I made myself into a bacterial infection
Create myself, evolve myself, get some
Cancer, the cancer, takes control of your body and soul
Cancer, the cancer, torment until you die
Cancer, the cancer, movement of the parasites
Cancer, the cancer, merciless killing of everyone
Feel the stench of the degrading decomposition of a body once so pure
Can't stop this self-deterioration
Covering all of your body with sickness
My mission is to tear you apart
No reason, no cause, just simply destruction
Of everything around your heart
No empathy for your misery
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