Smut King - The Haunted

Ravaged, scarred

Book me in, imperial suit

Twenty hours, hell no

Make it a week

A fashion deprivation

A skin-flick fantasy

The anastesia won’t help you now

Slip it in

Lash marks, cigarette burns

Cum stains, lipstick traces

Rehab, therapy, I collapse breakdown

Sex drive, transform anti-lifeforms

Slip it in

Now dig this supply me

A mouthful of absolutely nothing

Now understand I owe you nothing

A tremble beads of sweat well paid

Wash it off burn the evidence

What goes around comes around

It’s in the works a cellular collapse

Burning human antidote condone it

Premote self extinction, shot ripped, fucked