"Devirgination Studies" lyrics - WHITECHAPEL

[Intro:]
Now that I have my trophy, of your anatomy
Your stiff can be excised aberrantly

Convulsions, transpire, your seeping suppuration
Our intimacy is arcane to culture
These ethics I contain in my arsenal of pleasure
Fail to be appreciated

[Bridge:]
Your proposition, isn't good
My expectations don't meet, yours

[Pre-Breakdown]
In due time I'll dictate your vile form
Into my incapable hands and claim you for my own!

[Breakdown:]
You're born, into, these hands, again!
Send the slut, back to hell
Send the slut, back to hell
Send the slut, back to hell
Send the slut, back to hell

[Outro:]
Another whore to seek, to fondle and misuse
Back to the grave, to exhume again