Son Of The Carcinoma

Hierophant

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She will come out like a cancer
Sitting in the tub, drunk
Bathed into puke 'n' cock hairs
Eating rotten meat, imagining it was your mother

I wanna raise you inside my stomach
As I've done
I'll be your womb/ utero
We'll be a single thing again

Whore I'll be your owner, your possessor
Now the cancer, you'll feed yourself by my acid
My waste and you will grow
Finally you will reborn

This is new flesh
Sinking into a black hole of loneliness / desperation
This is true love