Bridal Procession Atypical Pestilence
Down the road theres this town
Filled with naked bodies
Here to fornicate to death
No disease will defeat us before the apocalypse
So lets all copulate
We lost control, futile pleasures are essential
Sex bondage, rapes, orgies 24/7
We are non-educable morons back to primal instincts
We falter everyday from the wounds of the past
No more feelings, no more seduction
Theres no more rules in a world of debauchery
Nothing worth it in this land of wretchedness
An eternal orgasm as a solution to stand our final days
Would you like to taste our lives?
f..ck to death
Down the road theres this town
Filled with naked bodies
Here to fornicate to death
A dark smell invades my sinuses
Its the stench of human luxury
Luxury.
