Prosthetic Erection Lyrics

Selling limbs from a bag was always my forte;
I get my stock for perverted clients
This is my store.
Thrust my rotting member deep inside her oozing gash, pushing deeply
Pushing deep, as deep as I can, feeling blood squelch against my c***.

I like the feel of the worms against my shaft.
f*** my stock, just for fun, just for kicks.
I like the feel of the worms wriggling on my c***.
Found my victim in the streets, told her body I needed it.
Then down in my basement I carved her
Storing her parts in jars for my clients
I drained her blood, so to embalm
Death gets me off,
I am sick and I c** bile.