Paroles de Deathmental

Cede to wash the knife and thy lust wants my hash life Hell won't tolerate hymns You once seemed to love the tumbling of infarction the oddments of destruction the effort to stay: a blackmail decay Life lays in your heart like in a coffin Stop faking suffering like a child Bonds of silk and vows of lead weight in rotten milk - this was your feast plate Now all your veins burst all fears and wrongs Hell won't tolerate hymns You once seemed to love the tumbling of infarction the oddments of destruction the effort to stay: a blackmail decay Life lays in your heart like in a coffin Stop faking suffering like a child Bonds of silk and vows of lead weight in rotten milk - this was your feast plate