I want to smell the innocence from her skin
A childish game I began to call love
She won't even feel a thing
When scarlett blossoms taint her womb

It builds up in my soul
It's the shadow on my face
Pitch black inside my mind
With her blood I spill all of me

I see the maggots crawling on her skin
The children of what I did for so long
Her body is so black and green
Disfigured and melting from within

It builds up in my soul
It's the shadow on my face
Pitch black inside my mind
With her blood I spill all of me

She should be dead but she's staring right at me
She should be dead but she's walking
She should be dead but she's staring right at me
She should be dead but now her corpse heart beats
But now her corpse heart beats

---

Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.