The seeds of heritage lying cremated Through the hand of a single man and his lust Feeling relive by his work on flesh Just like flies addicted to light He loans for the unique moment To slash, to cut and feel the warmth Invisible in the degenerated society he acts No one seems to care for the scab That is a part of all, an inseparable symbiosis The chalk-white face you look at A human being or a disease, a waste-product Searching for control, a life in the hands of me Overwhelmed by this power, the physical strength Try to make the most of the moment Seeing the dumb smile you feel it An incision, it sets me free, this pile of meat and ulcer Moving under me and still I want, my hand beyond the cover I understand his desire, the punishment becomes lust Sends us both into ecstasies, for him it was the last For me it is the beginningTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
