Текст песни Flames of hell

I was going for help At the moment of inspiration A new kind of necrophilia Self photography.. I looked over the accident Your face bashed against the windshield Blood everywhere It was so hot I peeled your head from the glass, then went off to get the camera It was so hot I shoved my fat ass between your chest and the steering wheel Ran my tongue over your bruised and bleeding cheek It was so hot I can't say what else I did because there's a such thing as censorship Fuck politics