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(feat. Verb) [Verb] My throat is dry I slit my wrist to bring it all to an end, but the wounds would only heal every time I tried to bless my skin with the razor, every time without end He touched my lips and, I touched his soul Until it was consumed and absorbed into mine through the fluids that bring life There remained none but me and my kind My throat is dry, as I roam these dark and dreary urbane streets barefoot over broken glass Seeing souls wandering aimlessly, begging for peace eternal I, the shadowy savior of them all As my sihlouette is seen in the moonlight On my ? ? this burgundy And my ivory fangs, thrust into the craw just to see the crimson fountain gush from his neck I drink, I feed Fed-Exing death at random from times immemorial Immortal, undead, agony without end My eyes have seen They come and go but we remain His mahogany complexion called me, ring-ing in my head Beckoning me to come closer Letras de cancionesUntil it almost drove me mad I let him buy me a drink and rescue me from the strobelights And musty drunkenness of mortals gyrating and grinding their hips while, I grind my teeth in agony Hungry for his flesh.. (Yo, you sure you alright sweetheart?) Yeah whassup? (You wanna go out to the car and bless this with me?) Yo you should let me roll (Ain't no problem) As yellow clouds of gaseous matter scatter through the interior's aqua-blue Land Cruiser's emotions aroused My aggressive behavior, flesh upon flesh As he became warm with the sweat of passion, and I grew cold.. Thrust my undying bone through his skin Penetrating red blood cells that deliciously burst on my taste-buds.. And drain him of this pitiful existance slowly to savor these moments of ecstasy (Yo yo yo that's feelin too good) (Yo yo yo yo slow it up though, ay ay) (Ay?! WHAT THE? WAIT, YO!) The inevitable, I your Dark Queen who you sing high pitched hymns of praise of this pain I bring Marvel at my beauty, bask in my infiniteness Bow to my excellence until I swallow the last of these lifely fluids An Offering, unto this crimson God Feel my ancient wisdom, taste my approval Until another disciple of we dark creatures, stumble into our midst My throat is dry, undying, without end Showering blessings of death, forever and ever, amen From Letras Mania