Testo di Violence

Sick and intervening as she's hiding from the Shrill and piercing laughter, satisfaction Guaranteed for all who care to taste The blade, the blade of slaughtered steel The blade that wounds upon your naked Skin and as she breathes her lastingé Please don't, lay me out in red. Forest deep and thickening bear witness to This illing sin, of silence only shattering To relieve the footsteps in your mall of Heather stained final breath, you mark is Made upon youré hallowedé sickness, Tortured soul of torment, aching sores and Blistered wasted on your furniture of roses Please don't, lay me out in red. And when I'm dead and lingering inside perverted Memories that scream the taste of violence tastes Only of the cobwebs spun upon your shell of Haunting don't forget the eyes of redness spill the Veins that burst with ecstasy purveying thoughts Of misery Please don't lay me out at all!