Woorden: Soilent Green. Swallowhole.

Murderer, absorbed in your flame
To a captor's mind the eyes are dim to close
Vicious attempt to let this pain be shown
My breath knotted
(Grasping for air through lust)

Distinctively crimson a wonder of wretchedness
Taste my thoughts of untold taboo
Avoid caress, touch of rape

The saliva from your lips is glossy
Shown questioned faces gain an erotic taste
To die a thousand times before dying
Pray once and die a thousand more

Broken puzzle
Missing pieces
Choking words

Murdering this sweet innocence
Saving from these evil needs
Tortured by a needless soul
I'm someone to protect you

Using all that's left for warmth
Inserting into bloodied orifices
Pale skin before the light
Pale skin after the night

Fondling yourself
Look at me with deepness
Enrage myself being for masturbation

Anger strides with swift motion of hurt
Feeding this grin of displeasure
Stepping-stones of lust are drowned
Licking the scars of your fate

Background flashing with intensity
Speechless figure with blindfold on
Hands are removed

Silhouette pulsing with deviance
The moral part a canvas
I am the artist and you're my creation

Red shocks this vulgar picture
Cyprian angels mourning
Condemned to weep impure
Kindred of the plenty

Whores that do touch night
Our night of passion
Caress you with love
Cut your neck with words, to fuck is rebirth

Shower me with cynical words from the lips
Orgasmic thrust with the help of strangling
Arranging the use to position the body
Hunger for more than this carnal meat

She was innocent, she was in love
Hate is a step to take her life

Love makes weakness, all these sins
To fuck is death, to fuck is pure