3 acessos
Bound me down, tight, right
The stars don’t align its your sickness
The synapses slumping like afterbirth
Stringing along the sequestered light
Left in your wake just macabre stench of pain indignant
Cut me first, bleed me first, lick me first, suck me first
Choke me first, gut me first, rot me first, eat me first
Touch me first, drain me first. In line
Every time I see your eyes
They’re looking down
Down, to see blood on the ground
Indulge in the blood on the ground
Bliss with the blood on the ground
Fuck in the blood on the ground
Down, good to see blood on the ground
Soak in the blood on the ground
Dance with the blood on the ground
Revel in blood on the ground
Down, nothing about me is pretty
Glistening bloody convulsing
Abandoned the new beginning
Blood-let and hollowed of pity