Augusta's Dead Lyrics


They put her in the ground, Augusta’s dead her life’s burnt out

My mother, what will I do?

Come back come back, to see this through

It must’ve been so very cold, she hung from hooks, the blood ran bold

Thick in grain, they all confessed

“He cut her up like a god damn dressed fawn”

And on this dawn, a night in hell they found their pawn

A man, whose only plan

To sew the skin of the fucking dead

Ohh mother, I hear thine words

Died a heathen on four one

Oh lord

Finally alone at last… Until the sickness takes you

Living alone, the wench, their heads in a bowl

My fantasy cut them up whole

Their skin makes me the fabric that I turn to gold

Living alone, the wench, their heads in a bowl

My fantasy cut them up whole

Their skin makes me the fabric that I turn to gold

I plan to wear your skin

Crimson lips a whorish grin

Fat with lust upon my waste

Nipple belts to quench my haste

At first the mask ran stiff

Upon my lips I ran a crimson strip

To give my mother all that she deserves

I’d Cut the flesh right off this god damn curse

And here we are, in a jail cell asking how many have I harmed?

I got a secret for you

I like em big, I like em peeled, and my mother liked it too

Ohh mother, I hear thine words

Died a heathen on four one

Oh lord

Finally alone at last… Until the sickness takes you

Living alone, the wench, their heads in a bowl

My fantasy cut them up whole

Their skin makes me the fabric that I turn to gold

Living alone, the wench, their heads in a bowl

My fantasy cut them up whole

Their skin makes me the fabric that I turn to gold

And on this night, the darkness agrees with me

And on this night, it asks to release, in a roar as soft as a whisper

I remember, my sister once said

“Control all the darkness.”

No mother, mother would not let you give, not into this sin

No moon light no darkness

But the harlots… these harlots must die

These tramps and their sin, mothers words oh…It reeks over them

32 reasons to wear their skin

Pussy lips and their vulva phlegm

These tramps and their sin, mothers words oh…It reeks over them

32 reasons to wear their skin

Pussy lips and their vulva phlegm