Текст песни Kiss The Chain Saw

Take my hands, pain isn't hard to find Taste the picture, taste the sin I wanna choppof yo pretty little mind And I think you know exacty what it means Red is the colour that I shall use to Cover my fuckin' four walls My life's cracked, got my burned balls But my house remains a paradise that never falls Yo better bet, I'm not quite mad It's a question of blood, it's a question of red All my obsessions wanna paint My walls with yo head Death doesn't hurt that much Are you afraid of love? Kiss the chainsaw I need this sweet satisfaction Won't you please show some reaction?