The Call Lyrics

I'm able to-to end your life
Oozing red sauce is coming out of your nose
Knee-deep in mud on the way you search for
Can you feel to the addiction to gore
When the master is calling and you know what he wants
You don't stop falling till you try the fresh wound
Pus looks like water meat is just made of sand
You think that you better I will teach you're the end

Bad infections of innards worry you
A bladder big like a melon it can't be true
Your genitals really don't look good
The blood of putrefaction in your neighborhood

You convulse your body your spleen fails
Itching secretion can't realize space
I lost my reaction moral takes a break
When infector has spoken it can't be fake
Tasting the bitches must be the pleasure of life
And if you don't do it you have to pay the price
The calling is only a silent voice in your dick
You can't understand you going to be sick