Letra da Música: Consult the Midget - Ogre (Irl)

Consult the Midget
Let the Midget speak,
His exceptional words are unusually-wise.
Nostrils flared, hair matted with pus
The Midget vomits.
Oh how the midget suffered
At the hands of his daddy.
Evidence of awful tamperings.
Stab wounds mark his thighs.
Crusty wounds of the Pettifogger, speak thus.
Behind him, his pet Mite giggles.
Hairy-anus, goggled-eyes,
The Mite looks up to the Midget,
Eyes glisten, love blossoms.
The Midget talks.
Fornication of the Bride begins,
Screams are loud, people are laughing.
Laughing insanely.
Woman appears, limping and dizzy.
Blood, crimson, on her head.
The laughing grows intense.
The Midget talks wisely.