Qual
Above Thee Below Thee
Fucking the flesh
Removing all we detest
We eat away like magots
In there nest
A layer of bile
Septic drive
We come inside
Above thee
Below thee
Beside thee
Inside thee
So many days
Watching your slimy face
So many ways
I could lick your face
And i´ll read to you
Every night
With such tender stories
Of dead and vile