Post Coital Satisfaction - Putrid Pile

Pray for death!

Backwoods electroshock therapy

Feet in a pail of water, wrists and ankles tied tight

Live wires released from my hands

Pray for death!

Battered and bruised, dripping blood, you reek of urine

Electric death, my cock erect, suffer unto me

Pain is all you’ll know

From here to eternity

What a silly fool I’ve been

How could I have killed you first?

My cock makes me remember

It’s standing at attention

Cut the torn shirt from your wrists and ankles

I prop you up on the back of the chair

Thrusting cock into crusty f*cking slop hole

Take all of my semen, take it, take it, take it!

Post coital satisfaction

I’m done with you, you’re nothing

Bury you with all the others

A shallow grave is all you deserve

Gnawing, tearing, ripping at my mind

The urge to kill again has already set in

No one is safe from being placed in their grave!