Autopsy Burnt To A f..ck
Your burning face A charcoal cinder Lump of putrid sizzling flesh Dripping features deforming fast Scream 'til your mouth fuses shut To barbeque I sentence you As payment in my private way Slow and cruel, I start to drool For moments you'll regret this day I'll burn you bastard to a f..ck Transform your face to shapeless muck Agony extreme blood runs Lips become one with your tongue Eyes almost burst from your head Not soon enough you will be dead Frothing bloodily from the mouth I'll burn you bastard to a f..ck The sweet sweet smell of your burning hell Inspires the fires that desecrate and melt I torch your soul, I f..ck your mind You'll be a horror 'til the end of time Burnt to a f..ck
