Pity For The Pious Lyrics - Wwiii - Kmfdm

The pious pour their pity pure 

I can sell a little cure 

The burning flesh 

The sweetest smell 

I kiss the angel 

Burnt in hell 

I watch your fallen boring fate 

As you sweat and you masturbate 

I'm touching you but cannot feel 

But one small poke and you will squeal 

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Constantly commit consume 

Creep on to your closing tomb 

No whiskey welcome at your door 

Not a light for your whore 

Not a word that I can hear 

The stench of shit tells me you're near 

Your god is gaping 

Your god is waiting 

Your terror rises 

To no surprises 

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Mirror mirror on the wall 

Doberman's are in the hall 

Mirror mirror on the wall 

Take off that blindfold face them all 

Mirror mirror on the wall 

Dope bonanza in the mall 

Mirror mirror on the wall 

Hold on tight I'll fuck you all