Death Curse Songtext
von Viscera Drip

I′ll kill you, I'll fucking kill all of you
You′ll pay for this, I swear to God, you will pay for this
You fuck, you're the ones who will get hurt, all of you
This camp now has a death curse, don't ever forget that
Death curse

You′re a fucking waste of time
The rotting stench of a damaged mind
Your death is a wet dream
Getting off to hear you scream

You′re a fucking waste of time
The rotting stench of a damaged mind
Your death is a wet dream
Getting off to hear you scream

I want you all to know something
You're going to be punished for what you have done

Something′s wrong with me
Something's wrong with me


I will not kill myself, but I won′t lie
I cannot wait to fucking die
Here, down below, and up above
I'm sick to death of the things you love
Get your bible off my shelf
Maybe in Heaven you can fuck yourself

You′re a fucking waste of time
The rotting stench of a damaged mind
Your death is a wet dream
Getting off to hear you scream

You're a fucking waste of time
The rotting stench of a damaged mind
Your death is a wet dream
Getting off to hear you scream

Fuck you, you are nothing
Goddamn you, I hope you all burn in Hell

Something's wrong with me
Something′s wrong with me

Death curse