One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four. . DJ in a bade when it comes to scratch. Matching my style, matching my style. DJ in a bade when it comes to scratch.
Give me the love, the lust. Give me the heartbreak, you never cross. Give me the pain, the gain. Give me the madness I gave you the same. I want the flesh, the test.
I can be the monster. I can be the teeth sunk in your skin. I can be the terrifying ultra-violent sin. I can be the monster. . She was the sharpest blade.
Confess your sins. Kneel and repent. I'm the Christ you crave. Keep your faith. Bend and believe. I'm the god that you pray. . Temptation follows. Damnation swallows you whole.
Hey, little sister. Are you ready to dance in the dark?. Can you believe and defy death?. It's only skin and bones, blood in red. In this rotting flesh.
Would you ever walk with me on the surface of the violent sun,. Would you give me air to breathe and show that I'm the worlds worst prodigal son,. This posthumous letter I've written to give you the strength to move on..
Take off your clothes. Welcome to the Whipping Haus. Where we spend all our evenings. . And we hurt those deceiving. And we're safe from the outside world looking in.
I ran through fields of lace. And feel as I am falling down. She knows I am a sinner. She paid with flesh and blood. The years of abuse have turned to love.