The father smells his young the forcing has begun the taste of breaking skin innocence he wins pressing against her fragile defens no more dancing her flowers missing
She waits alone to kill over and over this haunting obsession performed by aggression she waits
I'm playing with your blood your disease isn't pure taking back the cure
pressing away from moral decay no more moving her body's soothing
Beauty and blackout pressure in doubt supressing perfection change your taste fuck your filled faceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
