Murder Squad

Murder Squad - Impaled lyrics

rate me

Anally impaled on a ten foot pole

Raised to the skies as a trophy

Praing for my blessed death

Pain tears my ravaged body

Vultures gather to hack out my eyes

Mind is fading as my body dies

I am the anal Christ

Hanging limp and close to death

Inhaling my last pained breath

Vision fades from red to black

As someone nibbles my ball sack

Humiliated and no manly pride

Father why has thou ass fucked me

I am the anal Christ

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