The Rape Lyrics - Dreams Like Deserts - Aura Noir

Merry, you may be. 

For I am the flesh in your tongue. 

Create to yourself, images of these 

Glass-eyed figures, 

And expose to me, your skin 

Whorish as ever. 

They speak to me, your pores, your veins, 

In a rush of melancholy. 

In a stream of misanthropy. 

Remove the carpet, so I may be 

United with the shades of these. 

Blind my eyes, 

Still I will see, presence, visuality. 

I grant you my pale hands, 

Still I will feel, shape, contours. 

Please leave. 

In me you won't find any pity, 

As the dog that howls for the light in my eyes 

The stench or your nakedness, no smell for a mourner like me. 

So, please leave. 

In here you won't find any pity. 

Tour kisses were as hell itself.