Song | The Scent of a Screaming Woman |
Artist | Black Countess |
Album | The Language Of Flesh |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
You are hidden in the basement of a deserted house | |
Your body, your feelings, your screams in darkness | |
And only in your thoughts you still see daylight | |
In your perpetual thoughts you plead for mercy | |
You remember your lonely way through the night | |
Walking in silence with vacant stare | |
With the burden of worldly troubles | |
You notice a creeping ugly shadow but it's too late | |
And now you are here - among rusty tubing | |
Among disgusting purling of sewage | |
In the incubator of moss and mould | |
In the domain of slowly approaching insanity | |
You lie bound to a rotten table and choke with fear | |
Naked, frozen and weak | |
Trembling at the thought of what | |
IT will do next time | |
IT visited you twice by now | |
An ugly crooked figure | |
Every time the creature came up to you | |
And sniffed up something between your spread legs | |
You tried but could not see HIS (HER) face | |
It scared you even more, giving way to shrill screams | |
You live in hope that someone could here it | |
Before IT will come again smelling your scent |
You are hidden in the basement of a deserted house | |
Your body, your feelings, your screams in darkness | |
And only in your thoughts you still see daylight | |
In your perpetual thoughts you plead for mercy | |
You remember your lonely way through the night | |
Walking in silence with vacant stare | |
With the burden of worldly troubles | |
You notice a creeping ugly shadow but it' s too late | |
And now you are here among rusty tubing | |
Among disgusting purling of sewage | |
In the incubator of moss and mould | |
In the domain of slowly approaching insanity | |
You lie bound to a rotten table and choke with fear | |
Naked, frozen and weak | |
Trembling at the thought of what | |
IT will do next time | |
IT visited you twice by now | |
An ugly crooked figure | |
Every time the creature came up to you | |
And sniffed up something between your spread legs | |
You tried but could not see HIS HER face | |
It scared you even more, giving way to shrill screams | |
You live in hope that someone could here it | |
Before IT will come again smelling your scent |
You are hidden in the basement of a deserted house | |
Your body, your feelings, your screams in darkness | |
And only in your thoughts you still see daylight | |
In your perpetual thoughts you plead for mercy | |
You remember your lonely way through the night | |
Walking in silence with vacant stare | |
With the burden of worldly troubles | |
You notice a creeping ugly shadow but it' s too late | |
And now you are here among rusty tubing | |
Among disgusting purling of sewage | |
In the incubator of moss and mould | |
In the domain of slowly approaching insanity | |
You lie bound to a rotten table and choke with fear | |
Naked, frozen and weak | |
Trembling at the thought of what | |
IT will do next time | |
IT visited you twice by now | |
An ugly crooked figure | |
Every time the creature came up to you | |
And sniffed up something between your spread legs | |
You tried but could not see HIS HER face | |
It scared you even more, giving way to shrill screams | |
You live in hope that someone could here it | |
Before IT will come again smelling your scent |