Letra de Late Night, Red Wine Blight

Craving hands carved in my back If love was present i'd make it crack Cynical tripping from here to there It'll turn out less painful if i don't care Sweetest dearie Mother mary Ramble, rumble The sanguine stumble Discipline Disciple queen Smell the pyre Death rate dire I trance in a cynic snakepit eden The apple of sin seems so easy to sell I need no love to define this climax All i need is pure hollywood hell... Love is dead and hate ruins the set Eve goes down on the fair juliet Date rape dogma and hell supreme I am the artist that paints the extreme... Rapping simmer Always shimmer Scent the quibble Always nibble Solve the quiz With a kiss Kiss the hustle Solve the puzzle Taste the mire Lust, desire Rape and struggle Finally snuggle... I trance in a cynic snakepit eden The apple of sin seems so easy to sell I need no love to define this climax All i need is pure hollywood hell Solve the quiz with a kiss Kiss the hustle, solve the puzzle...