笨小笨I Spew Thee out of My Mouth歌词由The Monolith Deathcult演唱，出自专辑《Trivmvirate Addendvm (Deluxe Edition) [Explicit]》，下面是《I Spew Thee out of My Mouth》完整版歌词！
I Spew Thee out of My Mouth歌词完整版
Shrovetide is violated by heathens
Nefarious splurges of sin
Persuasion is trembling with fever
And became a mantra of occult tongues
Mankind enclasped Doom
He turned his back on God
Virtue became ultra decadence
We are all libertines of the d**ned
A fidei Defensor arises
Flogged and whipped from head to foot
The body cleansed by self flagellation
Supressed the lust of flesh and blood
Night after night grim voices shriek
In portentous horror dreams
Even though his room was locked
But a Seraph comes unseen
The bloodstained walls surround him
Icons made of Calvary wounds
Dreams of riddance were shattered in sin
I'll fated to avert doom
Let me embrace my fate which was adrift and hung
I will be again the apple of his eye
Take me from among the doomed Laodiceans
Whose defamation thrilled the seething skies
The man started to cry hands held to the sky
And expected to be purified in flames
But the Angel smiled and took the Book
And commanded his holy mandate
The Lord foresees thy mother's advent
Into the ranks of Paradise
So spare him grief and deep distress
And take her worthless life
But shall she be refined in Thine holy light
Her spirit will shine will thousand suns
Condone my doubt but who am I
The haranguing priest of the newborn Herod king
The Fallen Seraph lowered his radiant mask
And showed the man the countenance of the fallen Morningstar
Night after night his skin was flogged
D**n those recurrent dreams
Desperately flogging for relief
While murmuring blasphemies
The bloodstained walls surround him
Icons made of Calvary wounds
Dreams of riddance were shattered in sin
I'll fated to avert doom
Let me embrace my fate which was adrift and hung
I will be again the apple of his eye
Take me from among the doomed Laodiceans
Whose defamation thrilled the seething skies
Christ enthroned in highest heavens
Hear me crying from the deep
For the fateful ones departed
For the souls in a Laodicean sleep
King of Glory hear my voice
Grant thy Faithful rest I pray
I have sinned and may not bide it
If you mark my steps astray
She is Thine O take her quickly
Thou art her hope O raise her high
Ever hoping ever trusting
Unto Thee I strive and cry
Let them through thy boundless mercy
From all evil be restored
Hearken to the voices pleading
Of Thy Church O gracious Lord
The Fallen Seraph lowered his radiant mask
And showed the man the countenance of the fallen Morningstar
The man seemed stricken by a thousand bludgeons
Penetrating just healed wounds as foreplay for the storm
So because thou art lukewarm and neither hot nor cold
I will spew thee out of my mouth
Revelations 3:16
