Death's Head Moth

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I am a hunter and I strike fear
In icy cold rivers, their bodies disappear
I separate the lotioned skin from the bone
To create a flesh suit that will become my home
Inside their mouths lives their last airless cough
Born from their lips, a death head's moth
Clarice Starling, would finding these fat ma'ams
Ever actually stop the screaming of the lambs?
Well you'll be in for quite a shock
When you finally find me with their skin tucked over my cock
Blood will spill by my hand
Am I demon, surely not a man
As I follow you in pitch black
Know my gun is pointed at your back
The sins of the flesh and the power it holds
Whether it's tight or in fatty folds
I keep my living fabrics in a dank, dark cell
To welcome them to this world's own living hell
After it's skin has been severed by my blade
My mask from reality is closer to being made
Clarice Starling, would finding these fat ma'ams
Ever actually stop the screaming of the lambs?
Well you'll be in for quite a shock
When you finally find me with their skin tucked over my cock
Blood will spill by my hand
Am I demon, surely not a man
As I shadow you in pitch black
Know my gun is pointed at your back
A tisket, a tasket, put the fucking lotion in the basket
Blood will spill by my hand
Am I demon, surely not a man
As I follow you in pitch black
Know my gun is pointed at your back
Blood will spill by my hand
Am I demon, surely not a man
As I follow you in the pitch black
Know my gun is pointed at your back

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