You abandoned your children
I came to keep them warm
Stuffed into dolls
And took them home
I love the friends I meet
In the fields of crosses
It’s so splendid
The voices screaming at me
Children playing in heaven
Dancing so queer
I take good care of them
Don’t you fear
You never left them flowers
You sick bastards
Now you want to cry
When your dead child is missing
Took your dead children
My audience of deceased innocence
They’re no longer yours
Bodies Mine to watch over forever
Cold corpse stuffer
Making dolls from dead kids
I sew them together
I’m the corpse doll maker
You abandoned you girls
I brought them home
And warmed them up
Through cold corpse love
Fiery yet fluid, the Pennsylvania band's second LP plays like a supercut of death metal's biggest selling points. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jul 20, 2023