Wretched
Thin Skinned
Thrust your razor nails into my chest and spin Sling blood in a circular pattern; the carcass is battered Rowing through a sea of savages, men left in ruin Is this what you would call torture growing into a man? Sling
Sling Into my flesh, she carved a hollow, heart will be raw Into my flesh, I search for something sweet just for your tongue She smiles with innocence, dancing with silence, feasting on every last inch of my pride Soulless, black eyes Shocking the mess that followed my dull knife
Just a puddle, just a puddle of piss Shocking the mess that followed my dull knife
Just a puddle, just a puddle of piss Starved me of the simplest things, it is of no cause I will do what need Cut the throat of the beast
The color is unexpected Intriguing my throat
Fill it up, down it goes Shocking the mess that followed my dull knife
Just a puddle, just a puddle of piss
Shocking the mess that followed my dull knife
Just a puddle, just a puddle of piss
From Letras Mania