Styling your shroud Infecting the crowd Steady letting the fruit of her thrill Fool you so well
Fictitious styles of living We've expected to work But this is all your giving Half of what your worth Pigeon hold in battles Overtones of snow in her clutch Falling through lines One more breath destroys the best of you The death of you
Styling your shroud Infecting the crowd Steady letting the fruit of her thrill Fool you so well
A precious gift embedded deep within your skin But parasitic pleasures are closer than kin Please expose your shadows Such concerns are products of love Falling in lies One more fraud destroys our trust in you Our love for you
Styling your shroud Infecting the crowd Steady letting the fruit of her thrill Fool you so well
As you kiss the abstract And pray it's everything you'd hoped for The smell of her, the thrill of her The fruit of her, the use of her Is killing everything that you've worked for
The smell of her, the thrill of her The fruit of her, the use of her Is killing everything that you've worked for
Styling your shroud Infecting the crowd Steady letting the fruit of her thrill Fool you so well
Smell of her Thrill of her Fruit of her Use of her [x3]
The smell of her Thrill of her Fruit of her LuciferTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
