I carve my restless knife in me, and swallow the fear of my fate You never thought my intentions were indulgences of an unexplored hate A thrilling set of pungent emotions have awoken my slumbering need Come to be the Death-Marquise’s victim, let my instruments make you bleed
Sick and twisted acts of depravity; obedience under impulsive decision Crimson stains the periphery, minimal resistance from the opposition With a destructive rationale beside, your transparent skin turns blue, We are so cold when you are dead, so are the objects I’ve placed in your
Blood splattered angel; molested with blades My catharsis, and my muse; wrapped in plastic
Scrape the dead of my loving lips and take the obscene further Caress the blood, from a subjective mannequin; of this unseen murder Acts of passion, dreams fulfilled; you weren’t given any choice The vital spark in your eyes is gone, my desperation stole your voice
Blood spattered angels; molested with blades My catharsis, and my muse; wrapped in plastic
Wash the blood away from the hands of deeds, and let the petrol flow Watch the flies fight about the tiny that’s not buried 6 ft. below Perversions turns to ashes, after I’ve sacrificially enlit a fire All is gone but an empty soul, there are no more traces of my sick desire
Blood spattered angel; molested with blades My catharsis, and my muse; wrapped in plastic
Your god is dead, but I am alive…Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
