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I like the sound a throat makes when fear is looming at night

I hope to stare at my hand dancing with her flesh tonight

INNOCENCE

Playing this seems so pure to me, makes me feel free, gloating is my real hobby

My hand is death, my head is a cave I change to a grave where I gather bodies

Please tell me who the fuck I am, without knowing it

Please tell me who I should be, I do not recognize me

Prevent me from this so sweet sound, I love to hear

Prevent me from this inner me, fascinating me...

(I like the...)

Odour, odour, of fear, stimulating my senses (it's a...)

Honour, honour, to feel you at ease

Odour, odour, of fear, floating in my madness

Honour, honour, to cure your sickness

By carving your flesh

You think my world stems from a filthy mind

Sorry I know there's art behind

You commit you will try all you can

In order to ease my pain

You end up understanding; I see it in your eye

So do I

Leave... me... white is too tight

So... rry... I want to bite

Free... me... it's all around

Ease... me... hunger cannot be bound



Get over here

We'll do art in here

Just play your role

Hands are superficial



I should realise

Do not even hope, I won't

All my demons rise

Do not even hope, it's like a dope



My head is a cave, my cave is many head



I know who the fuck I am, without knowing it

My reflection is my pride, now I recognize me

This sound is deep inside me, I love to hear

Prevent yourself from this inner me, fascinating me...



My hand is death...

My head is a cave...

I change into a grave...

Where I gather bodies...