|
PASSION AN |
|
D DEMISE The sweet draught of lick-her (liqour) |
|
Runs gently over my tongue |
|
A feast of wicked pleasure |
|
Is the delight of sweat and blood |
|
The seed of a lost morality |
|
As you sow, so shall you reap |
|
A beast of pray (prey) |
|
I am Trapped in a human abattoir |
|
Now we drift away |
|
Into a proud act of violation |
|
Flesh captures flesh |
|
As we deluge in self-accusation |
|
The seed of... |
|
To copulate means to umiliate |
|
And I tremble within your thighs |
|
I devastate emotional ground |
|
What I adore, |
|
I despise |
|
I rape you soul and suck you out ' |
|
Til I look into frightened eyes |
|
I'm a prisoner between your legs |
|
In a vicious game of passion and demise |
|
The sweet draught of... |
|
Together we rise, divided we fall |
|
Caressed by the inno-scent (innocent) |
|
I praise the holy whore... |
|
Passion and demise |