Virally Yours-The Black Dahlia Murder

[ti:Virally Yours] [ar:The Black Dahlia Murder] [al:Nocturnal] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Virally Yours - The Black Dahlia Murder [00:15.77]The sound of vomiting to my ears' like singing [00:18.83]Now I'm beginning to become erect [00:22.59]With illness I'm obsessed in the beds of the fallen I rest [00:26.19]A fixation amplified the smell here is what I like best [00:30.61]Feverishly combing the buckets of waste [00:34.22]Wrapping myself in the filth ridden sheets [00:37.42] [00:38.09]Raping the shells of the comatose [00:41.32]To fulfill my needs [00:43.75] [00:44.52]Photographing bedsores [00:47.26]Cultured by my sick neglect [00:50.00] [00:51.42]It's more then a job [00:53.01]It's a love for me to walk this close with death [00:57.30] [00:59.37]When you hear a flat line [01:01.93]You know surely I'll be near [01:05.20] [01:06.40]To when the reaper's sickle is drawn [01:09.38]I am ever aware [01:12.80] [01:14.30]I wish I could pull these strings [01:18.24]In death there are finer things [01:21.88]Malpractice forever be my bitter name [01:27.40] [01:29.20]How quickly life does fade away [01:34.34] [01:35.47]One flip of the rivers man coin [01:38.13] [01:39.03]Could send you screaming to your grave [01:44.51] [01:56.72]Grief stricken family watches on [01:58.34]Ceaseless prayers for an only son [01:59.99]I'm afraid that nothing can be done [02:01.90]The moment has finally come [02:03.59]The wrath of a god exemplified [02:05.19]To the pearly gates he'll soon arrive [02:07.25]To leave here his husk in this room of white [02:09.15]I'm quivering at thought [02:10.41] [02:11.24]Pull the plug I'm begging you [02:14.97]Take the ride to the cold and blue [02:18.26]The reaper's yellowed lichen finger [02:21.59]Aims ever so true [02:24.44] [02:25.12]The origins of disease [02:28.18]I have witnessed in my dreams [02:31.27] [02:32.35]The flooding of the blackest blood [02:35.90]To quench my fetid needs [02:38.35] [02:39.22]I wish I could pull these strings [02:43.18]In death there are finer things [02:46.70]Malpractice forever be my bitter name [02:52.09] [02:53.38]I wish I could pull these strings [02:57.65]In death there are finer things