Worn down to the slate.. I want to taste lead on my lips.. Flooded with abscent actions of seductive thoughts.. Can you stare at me and tell me these ideas are not profound?.
Worn down to the slate.. I want to taste lead on my lips.. Flooded with abscent actions of seductive thoughts.. Can you stare at me and tell me these ideas are not profound?.
Pennies from heaven and now the sky is falling.. I've cut the throat of purity with twisted thoughts of perversion.. Naked perfection become my wrath..