House of Shame.. Welcome to the House of Shame.. Blood's burning to play my game now.. Racks are roasting. Bitches are boasting.. With your blood they are toasting..
Behold, all the eyes shall see them. All wound that pierce them. Take pleasure in his sins. Take pleasure in her suffering. When you lie with the beast.
Back down in the dirt;. make it harder, make it hurt.. Say more... Grasp.. Thrust it.. Say you want {me} baby, to lick your sweat.. Say that you need me while it's wet..
Pain!. Ride it baby. (x2). Cracks his brain,. just enough to buy [lots of gibberish]. (Oh to hell with it...We have no clue what the lyrics to this tune are. Cash.
Something's goin over. Something's come over me. Something's goin over. Something's come over me. . Something's alive inside. It comes to find me. Hide me..
Unfathomable depths of fanaticism and depravity. . Do our choosing without hesitation... Give yourself over to sin.. Your one chance for redemption shall come when the spark is ignited within..
Your first encounter with the ones who made you. . Feel a chance to taste their disease. . Invite you in to lick their skin and to feel all as real. .
Your first encounter with the ones who made you. Your senses low, your pleasures grow. Feel a chance to taste their disease. White hands sew up the deed.
Walls start closing in around you. My twins of evil. They shake you by the collarbone. Then snap your ribcage. And broken bodies in a death rock dance hall.
I am your 4 walls black. Light hits you eyes, charge goes crack!. I am your 4 walls black. Truth will now know. Where my cock will go. I am your 4 walls black.
I am your 4 walls black. Light hits you eyes, charge goes crack!. I am your 4 walls black. Truth will now know. Where my cock will go. I am your 4 walls black.
[Unfathomable depths of fanaticism and depravity] (x5). Do our choosing without hesitation...Give yourself over to sin.. Your one chance for redemption shall {will} come when the spark is ignited.
Moscow, Queen of the Russian land. Built like a rock to stand, proud and divine. Moscow, your golden towers glow. Even through ice and snow, sparkling they shine.
Towards the light. I will move on. And so I learn to move. The one before the next. The steps I take. Will pave the road ahead of me. . I awoke this morning.
Now that we're through. The hell with you. We don't mind. We just give it a sigh. . We hardly knew. What you were capable. Of doing. But why don't you give it a try.
Lying - down on. Sidewalk - lying. Running - tears down. His ears - lying. Lying - brought us fear. . Where do we go from here?. . One day - sixteen. Woke up - sixty.
The eyes are made to see. They see the paths of our lives. . The heart is there to feel. It feels the energy of our time. . I can see it. I can feel it.
We found our stepping stone. Over darkest hours. We left no trace at home. But saw our footprints ahead. It was our dream stone. . Stardust would shine our way.
Melodic stanzas. are symphonizing their way. through your weary head. . To feed your distrust. And fill it's mouth with the desire. to soulfully be one with your creation.