The Coming 歌词

Dead harlots come closer now! Give your flesh to me I'll drink from your disease-filled cunts These ketamine nightmares and frozen crack cocaine eyes Are all great friends of mine (But nothing burns as bright as this) Darkness closing fast, on this puppet made to hang Pitch black tunnel opens wide, grins with sharpened teeth You don't know what I am Peel the plastic skin to reveal the putrid mess beneath Deeper into nothing, a futile endless game The twisted scent of treason, fingers spark - synthetic flame The final consequence Of this failure to connect We offer up our souls, at the altar of the night Rotting piece by piece The worm is bursting at the seams In the cold grip of your warm flesh, finally revealed In powders, pills, ungodly juices - oblivion incarnate A serpent in the shadows - aching for release And as the veil does fall A violent retreat Deeper into you, into the nothing The final consequence Of this failure to connect We offer up our souls, at the altar of the night This is the end of suffering This is the end of all dreams We offer up souls, at the altar of the night