My lurking want, for carnal sins Your flesh my desire And to cleanse my violin Your throat I slit And yet I need no help to cure My sanious abuse A single jerk, is all it needs To bring me to my climax, And to bring you to your knees You're all I want, my corpses to be My music incomplete Until I bathe my strings in thee 'Tis not for fun, I feed on death It provides me with the tunes I play I give you but the best
A price to pay, but not a fee One human more or less Is quite indifferent to me You'll find my strings around your neck Your flesh will tense and start to break Your blood will spurt and drench my hands To give my notes a certain clang My violin I scrub and wax But not with polish, soap or varnish A finer substance I recquire I soak it in human carnage Soaking, dampening my strings Bathing the wood of my precious violin Laughing, whistling as I work Immersing my life in the sogginess of your blood...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
