Between The Buried And Me The Need For Repitition Lyrics

Whip that child, stretch that child...
drag them through your dreams of l___...
raise the skirt...stroke the thigh...leech!!
This blood will never clot.
It pours down the chin of every child,
every life touched by your sick instinct.
f___ing w____.
f___ing w____ of diguest., f___ing w____.
f___ing w____ of diguest, f___ing w____.
f___ing w____ of diguest, f___ing w____.
f___ing w____ of diguest.
Castrate the f___.
Beat the f___er to death.
Castrate the f___.
Beat the f___er to death.
Your life paid but the sweat of your disgusting s__.
Their innocent tears every inch of life
that went into those tears and beautiful minds.
Castrate the f___.
Beat the f___er to death.
Castrate the f___.
Beat the f___er to death, f___er to death,
f___er to death, f___er to death.