Handful Of Hate - Cursed Be Your Breast lyrics

I despise your seasons your charming pulses with a primitive ego With a primitive ego I crave to bite your revered face I crave to stab your dreaded breast Hostile, beloved, prostitute, scourge among your begging sons Nothing can be understood "Make thick my blood Stop up the access and pa**age to remorse That no compunctious visiting of nature shake my fell purpose Nor keep peace between the effect and it Come to my woman's breasts and take milk for gall Your murdering ministers Wherever, in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief Come, thick night, and pall thee in the dunnest smoke of Hell That my keen knife see not the wound it makes Nor Heaven peep through the blanket of the dark to cry Hold, hold!"