The sweet draught of liqour
runs gently over my tongue
a feast of wicked pleasure
is the delight of sweat and blood
the seed of a lost morality
as you sow, so shall you reap
a beast of prey i am
trapped in a human abattoir
now we drift away
into a proud act of violation
flesh captures flesh
as we deluge in self-accusation
the seed of...
to copulate means to umiliate
and i tremble within your thighs
i devastate emotional ground
what i adore, i despise
i rape you soul and suck you out
'til i look into frightened eyes
i'm a prisoner between your legs
in a vicious game of passion and demise
the sweet draught of...
together we rise, divided we fall
caressed by the innocent
i praise the holy whore...
passion and demise