Come to Daddy-produced by Double D

from Tribes Of The Moon by Kabal

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"Come to Daddy"
composed & produced by:
Double D (Dave Day)
lyrics & vocals by:
Kabal (Kevin Theodoropolus)
Contains samples from:
Clive Barker's film "Hellraiser"

lyrics

Come to Daddy
(V1.)
Sexual advocate, magic intercourse addict,
Never bag it when I'm banging, but the outcome is tragic/
Diseased hedonist, needing this, repeated bliss,
I reminisce, every deep seated cheating kiss/
A single-minded journey, of a selfish experience,
Traveled the world, committing every crime, delirious/
Serious nihilist, unfulfilled of stimulation,
Searching for a new high, to find the lament configuration/

(CHORUS)x2
So if you wanna get freaky and nasty,
I'll craft you into trash bags vastly, and stash them in my caddy/
"come to daddy"
Appear classy, Knife flashing steadfastly,
My raspy voice lastly splashing/
"come to daddy"

(V2.)
An artifact, a puzzle box, most unconventional,
Said to be a portal, to an extra-dimensional/
Realm of unfathomable, carnal pleasures,
I finally got my hands on this marveled treasure/
Headed back home, and made a shrine consisting,
Of flowers and bonbons, and a jug that I pissed in/
Severed doves heads, and a square made of candle-lights,
Offerings, to the box inhabitants, the cenobites/

(CHORUS)x2

(V3.)
Religious order came forth, unusual in appearance,
Dedicated to the most, extreme sensual experience/
Scarified, mutilated, twisted in excess,
Modified to the point, of being totally sexless/
Nonetheless, they made an offer that I couldn't ignore,
Promises of things, I hadn't known before/
Despite their warnings, I continued the game,
Learned they don't differentiate pleasure and pain/

(CHORUS)x2
(BREAK)
(CHORUS)x1

(V4.)
Eyes wide, surprised, by this well found art,
Incisions and pins, in my Hell-bound heart/
As it sank to the bottom, body parts stank rotten,
Just a fragment of the man who was once Frank Cotton/
Hooks and chains, contained my frame,
For an eternity of torture, with myself to blame/
I'm in a pile on the floor, as they churn the mess,
Still hoping, someday, to return to flesh/