Rape hells, unholy divination. Blackheart, The edge ov insanity. Envenomed eyes. Were. The master ov profanation!. . We rape and fuck the horny sluts,.
You were the seven deadly sins. Making sense in your 'screw me' dress. The beautiful ones just slip away. To a mirror where we used to kiss. . With your disco heartbeat.
Black force domain through the tyranny circle,. Eternal Blasphemies,. Infernal manifesto. . Sitting at the Dark throne. Drinking blood wine,. Hunger for the innocent blood,.
You were the seven deadly sins. Making sense in your 'screw me' dress. The beautiful ones just slip away. To a mirror where we used to kiss. . With your disco heartbeat.
Almighty Satan fucking all the Angel. Sodomize them up side down. Blast the unholy semen up in the face. Lick the Angels cunt, sucks the Angels tits!.
I'm sick of all this scratching around. I'm calling Fred to come and give me a hand. He's the queen of all the shops where he shops. And he's the king of all the scene, to be seen.
Shop at Kwik Save and you make a good saving. Difference in prices is truly amazing. Chips from the freezer come in very big portions. Down our end you get fantastic reductions.
Back off, off. . You're the stranger in here with your stranger face. You know that everyone can see is false. Something's rotten with you, you show no regret.
These monkey faces are laughing at me, I'm easy. I'm one of life's rejections anyway, yeah. I wanted to be beautiful. . My big decisions all go with the flow, I'm easy.
Wait around. I'll be walking quite a while. Don't be late, hard to take. Vicar twists and gets away. . His lipstick's running. His dress is stunning. He's got high heels on.
In the sand you used to lay. You'd be there at my side. As the night fell on the shore. She had gone. I trusted to you to stay. . Read the story in the papers.
Roll on up and queue in line. All you need is here. Absurdity in what you see. Can't match the state you're in. . All things are flawed to me. Stick with the things that you know.
And there's someone. Always laughing over me. A taste of my inferiority. It mocks me and weakens me. Emphasizes what is wrong with me. . And now that I am not content to be.
You see my fear looks like laughter. That's why you never hear me scream. And I'm learning to rule in my simian shoes. Tradition has absorbed the sickest things.
My book of Mormon wrapped in Turin. And it seems inferior and jittery. You preach elastic to your jagged flock. In an eerie passion for self flattery.
Fingers severed on a mirrors edge. Isolated with no respect. Conversation has been replaced. Punctured slowly ideas escape. . My possessions are all I have.
The beauty of a butterfly that turns into something new. And I feel a new beginning. The beauty of a butterfly that turns into something new. And I feel a new beginning.
This rooms dimensions. I know them off by heart by now. They're stored, remembered. And this disturbs me, my personality. . I'm living longer. There's less insomnia and stress.
Being a boy's like sucking on a lemon. And I judge myself by the adverts I see. My deodorant hides the real me. These things elevate me above animals.
Being a boy's like sucking on a lemon. And I judge myself by the adverts I see. My deodorant hides the real me. These things elevate me above animals.