This street we walk upon. This corner full of piss and fear. This street won't bear it long. It slants, it tilts, it's brought outside. . Alive. . Cover your face when you walk by.
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I am soulless and proud. That I'm not like your kind. I delight in watching you drown. As this world drags you down. . Down. Shine darkest star. . Snake bone chain.
Don't you ever call upon things you shouldn't play with. Don't you ever look upon things that might offend you. . Say what they don't like. Say what they don't like.
Enter those eyes split back opals. There within Eros is manifest. Dark and light soul sworn to no one. Both it's your game and you know it. . I like you lots now, I like you better.
Who do you turn to when you got no soul to sell. Where can you to when you live no place but Hell. . Turn it up. Turn it loose. Let that bad boy breathe.
She brings her sleepless sex. From babylon. She sends her hallowed name. On wings of flame. Don't ever think she's powerless in ways of love. She only craves the things of sin and lust.
Firemass. . I've come to lie on the fire. Burn into my soul. A season soon to expire. Takes a welcome toll. . I've come to lie on the fire. Come to cleanse the blood.
Five fingers crawl. Around your neck. The more you live. The more they take. The more you breathe. The more they want. Five fingers cross. Upon your face.
I can see you staring at me. But you're not there. I can hear your voice still calling. I miss you still. You are the saddest one. That lingers on. Yours are the grayest eyes.
We've lost the light another night. Kill these days and make them go away. Skulls on fire. The burning faces know iall hope is gone. Would you lie in wait or.
Apokalips. Black finger tips. Slides in and out her mouth. The darkest thrill. Is quick instilled. Upon her waiting tongue. Yeah, yeah. . Death's head in the afterglow.
Murder, all guts, all fun. All murder, all guts, all fun. . A kick in the head, a gouged out eye. Your intestines explode and your eyeballs pop. And the taste of your blood will drive me on.
Go. . Salt the dead, you close the veil. The changer of shapes alone on hooves. Autumn's cold brings the pagan dead. Who seek the warmth of the Samhain fire.
Your pain is nothing dreamed. All pain is one. Your birth among the mind. It leaves such a lesion. . Do you really want love?. Do you really care?. You feel this hungry suffering.
There's a baby in a meat slicer. On the kitchen table, half done up. Quite low, broken Madonna. Decaying, cracked on my toilet cover. . Go, go, go, go.
Hot night, breakneck. Oozing into that thing. It seethes, it foams. It splits the death of love whole. . All the things you hold most dear. Gone. And the world it dies.
Searching around. Searching to flee. To the light nothing can hide. No one is safe from their fate. . Death. For you kiss. Sin, a lie. Embracing unkind.
This is your legacy. You are born to it. It will ever be. . It will be on your heels. It will share your bed. Let it comfort thee. . Inching in and out till prime.
Murder, all guts, all fun. All murder, all guts, all fun. . A kick in the head, a gouged out eye. Your intestines explode. And your eyeballs pop. And the taste of your blood will drive me on.