Gwar - Release The Flies lyrics

Mount up, rip torn Launch beast, reborn Torture, release the flies Your karma is the stench of a thousand who*e's thighs My wrath has emerged from it's bottomless pit Unto a world drowning in sh** and you are it Torture, release the flies Your dogma's the sheen of a dying man's eyes A plague to disrupt the intentions of your breeding The maggot awaits with your corpse I'm feeding