Already wounded... I wonder if I would dare to be stabbed by the thorns of virtue Such a sight, petite and illegal... a specimen of beauty in shapeless splendour Haunted by her image in blank dismay, I kiss and embrace the dreaming adventure Of the dainty, delusive doll... Seeping into the tunnel of reality...
The savage beast of lust mock-manly rearing its deceitful head With 666 tattooed upon its bleeding chest Virtue seems like a sheer waste of flesh, I smolder like a fucking cigarette She bestow me the poet's beauty of phrase, oh, I ejaculate...
The vortex of addiction is out of square There are imaginary catchwords everywhere The vortex of temptation gently blows The ego-dolls reap the meadows...
...Of megalomania...
Profoundly wounded... I still wonder during my frequent strolls to this rendezvous Such a sight, so pristine... a specimen of beauty in sheer fucking grace Haunted by her image, spread eagle on my bed, I need some pills to kill the pain I need some pills to absorb the impression of the dainty, delusive doll
...Sleeping into the coma of reality
The savage beast of lust mock-manly rearing its deceitful head With 666 tattooed upon its bleeding chest Virtue seems like a sheer waste of flesh, I smolder like a fucking cigarette She bestow me the poet's beauty of phrase, oh, I ejaculate..Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
