He raised the dead. They tell me, he saw the wound and awaken they have found me. So Frail, they can't complain if they can't fuckin tell. Obsession with death. Lost touch with those who kept me abreast. I'm finding no grief. My little love I take you with me. My dolls, my children. Inside my mind you'll find no victims. Plain sight, a beauty. I fascinate while I masticate. I mind, no culture. No architect to feed devotion. And in the end, I'll feed on them until I peak again. I eat cause I wanna taste thee And if I wanna dive right into the buns, I might just try me a little piece of the thigh, on the side, its fine, I've been told they don't ever mind. If blood and anguish make me tasteless. Then you can find me living free in your mind you see, killin like a G.O.D. This is my last confession. Tonight, I dined on a soul, with my lust I lost all control. Emptiness no more. Dismemberment, I saved the best for me to eat and be, forever with so they can't leave. Oh lovers lane, you park, I stalk and stroke the flame. It's death that makes me hard this day. The thought of you, head bashed in and cut in two. It's so pathetic the way she said it. “No please, don't take me!” Shut the fuck up, get on your knees. My dolls, my children. Inside my mind you'll find no victims. Plain sight, a beauty. I fascinate while I masticate. I mind, no culture. No architect to feed devotion. And in the end, I'll feed on them until I peak again. I eat cause I wanna taste thee And if I wanna dive right into the buns, I might just try me a little piece of the thigh, on the side, its fine, I've been told they don't ever mind. If blood and anguish make me tasteless. Then you can find me living free in your mind you see, killin like a G.O.D. This is my last confession. Tonight, I dined on a soul, with my lust I lost all control.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
