He's been very patient And would love to attack her, But there ain't a chance that he would, Allow her to suffer Not a single moment's discomfort! By the might of a bludgeon Or the sweep of a blade, for another single weapon Can be used to a great effect, Something much more personal (An item with a pulse). "Oh baby please Don't fall victim to hope, For he is a coward… ...But I am no coward... And I can not be Be forced to suppress, each thought that can only be so vile, So dark, so grim and also beautiful!” Not within himself, he can only find comfort in the form of another To find fulfillment He preaches this: “Pure suffering is real” There is not a chance anything will defer the event at hand A Lifelong, suffering wait has bred this The heavens above cannot foresee what it is that he Intends to do, it’s his night and He...is king... Of. This. Hell.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
