No voice, no sound, so quiet around. Conversations are overrated Don`t need to tell how pretty you look, even with a cutted throat. The only thing that, really makes me sick Are bruises all over your body.
You're my feast! Dead at least!
To return the beauty from all this fleck i start to rip your skin. Let the masquerade begin. Creating my art with your sweetheart
Rotten teeth! - I nosh every shred Grind dead meat! - Also the least You're the feast I'm the beast, that fell in love
Day by Day and Piece by piece You'll become a part of me, The reason for my extasy. Dirty and spoiled you lie there with empty eyes that don't stop to stare
On and On! Nothing's Wrong!
take a look, though I know you can't and never will smell the sweat from my thrill Marinaded in grease. You're my feast.
Deep in the woods, I'm sawing through your bones,
as flies and maggots chew off your throat, I'm shocked 'cause I know what they're about. They want to eat, but you belong in me! So I punch ' em hard off my artwork!
Shred after shred. Wine and dine, I'm feeling fine. With you by my side. My bled dry bride. Victimized by satanic rites. Placing my hot anvil between your cold thighs.
On and On! Nothing's Wrong! It's been too long The Time has come, you are rotting in the sun. It has been fun, but now I'm done
And your skin has turned to leather. You dirty smelling girl: cadaver. Another down is broken, like your neck Dry skin dry withins!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
