Delicate Hands 歌词

When the scent of a canker Crosses through the nose To become a need to sin in the brain A slice across the nape With her delicate hands Will be enough to start Another trip to a sick sexual pleasure By start the homage in the morgue With the youngest cunt The road to final home Goes warm by fisting whores Real eyes Realize Sin scene Still steals lives Meticulous castration surgery To satisfy the little girl beside Vicious seduction activity By rubbing ladies cavities With a just amputated hand Self revolver insertion inside cunt To satisfy a multi-orgasmic cum Bids farewell to a perfect dawn Then like a shade at night She wraps her shape in her stretched white suit And throws down her cigarette's ash In the same neat ashtray Where she turns off some lives as well Real eyes Realize Sin scene Still steals lives