Soilent Green lyrics
Soilent Green lyrics
"Swallowhole lyrics"
What I Must Do lyrics
I USED TO PLAN AND PLOT AND TRY TO LIVE CORRECT LATELY I DO A LOT OF THINGS THAT DON'T MAKE SENSE NOW I MUST DO WHAT I MUST NOW WHY DO YOU THINK THAT A MAN JUMPS OUT OF THE FRYING PAN INTO THE FIRE WH
I USED TO PLAN AND PLOT AND TRY TO LIVE CORRECT LATELY I DO A LOT OF THINGS THAT DON'T MAKE SENSE NOW I MUST DO WHAT I MUST NOW WHY DO YOU THINK THAT A MAN JUMPS OUT OF THE FRYING PAN INTO THE FIRE WH
Murderer, absorbed in your flame
To captors mind the eyes are dim to close
Vicious attempt to let this pain be shown
My breath knotted (grasping for air through lust)
Distinctively crimson a wonder of wretchedness
Taste my thoughts
Of untold taboo
Avoid caress
Touch of rape
The saliva from your lips is glossy
Shown questioned faces gain an erotic taste
To die a thousand times before dying
Pray once and die a
If U Want Some lyrics
[Verse 1] Once again it's me one of the three delinquents Seems let loose from the noose now it's time to make G's Oooh, Aaah, I hear a fat beat ballin' Lordy lordy let me do some roll callin' Kemo, O.G., V
thousand more [Verse 1] Once again it's me one of the three delinquents Seems let loose from the noose now it's time to make G's Oooh, Aaah, I hear a fat beat ballin' Lordy lordy let me do some roll callin' Kemo, O.G., V
Broken puzzle
Missing pieces
Choking words
Murdering this sweet innocence
Saving from these evil needs
Tortured by a needless soul
I'm someone to protect you
Using all that's left for warmth
Inserting into bloodied orifices
Pale skin before the light
Pale skin after the night
Fondling yourself, look at me with deepness
Enrage myself being for masturbation
Anger strides with swift motion
Jukebox In My Mind lyrics
In the cornor of my mind stands a jukebox It's playin' all my favorite memories One by one they take me back to the days when you were mine Oh I can't stop this jukebox in my mind I don't need no quat
of hurt In the cornor of my mind stands a jukebox It's playin' all my favorite memories One by one they take me back to the days when you were mine Oh I can't stop this jukebox in my mind I don't need no quat
Feeding this grin of displeasure
The stepping-stones of lust are drowned
Licking the scars of your fate
Background flashing with intensity
Speechless figure With blindfold on
Hands are removed
Silhouette pulsing with deviance
The moral part a canvas
I am the artist You are my creation
Red shocks this vulgar picture
Cyprian angels mourning
Condemned to weep impure
Kindred of the plenty
Excuses lyrics
Why no one will help me I am too dumb I am too smart They'll not understand me I am lonely They'll hate me And there is not enough time It's too hard to help me And god wants me to work No re
Whores that do touch night Why no one will help me I am too dumb I am too smart They'll not understand me I am lonely They'll hate me And there is not enough time It's too hard to help me And god wants me to work No re
Our night of passion
Caress you with love
Cut your neck with words To fuck is rebirth
Shower me with cynical words from the lips
Orgasmic thrust with the help of strangling
Arranging the use to position the body
Hunger for more than this carnal meat
She was innocent, she was in love
Hate is a step, to take her life
Love makes weakness, all these sins
To fuck is death, to fuck is pure