I wanna be your misery. I wanna be the world you fear. I wanna be your emptiness. I wanna be the god who kills. I wanna be the christ who dies. upon the fires.
Unholy passion I feel for you. Unholy passion I feel for you. This thing that hangs down my leg. I feel for you. . It's unholy. Nipples tighten and the neck pumps hot.