Do you know what the french call an orgasm?
La Petite Morte; The little death

The feeling of eternity is locked in your grip.
I can feel my life sinking
and it's starting to slip.
The ultimate universe; delicious and dark.
So open up your mind,
and take your car out've park.

Look into the mirror,
and tell me what do you see?
The other side is staring back at you and me.
This burst of pain.
We've gotta take in death,
As long as you can take out,
My last dying breath.

For those calling
Sometimes I bleed,
and now your heart is falling.
When I hope I die,
until I'm gashed in blood.
Brings you closer and closer to death!

I will be your little death
Wrap your hands around my neck.
Every little touch,
Brings me closer to death.
Open up and suck out my last dying breath.

You can never use me.
You can never abuse me.
Life is beginning to slip away.
Lying little bitches, will never see Morte

I wanna know what's,
Under that filthy dress.
Don't you wanna touch,
My evil creeping flesh?
Put your lips on my main,
and your hands around my neck
Take me to a place; I haven't been to the end.

I've gotta warn you,
this is a suicide.
To take my middle finger for a fucking ride!
Don't shoot, don't shoot,
Just close your eyes.
Because you're more alive, waiting for me tonight.

I will be your little death
( Fuck me, daddy! )
Wrap your hands around my neck.
Every little touch,
Brings me closer to death,
Open up and suck out my last dying breath.

You can never use me.
You can never abuse me.
Life is beginning to slip away.
Lying little bitches, will never see Morte.

Take my life,
Slice by slice.
I'll be your sweet murder.
Sex and drugs wrapped by blood,
Orgasmic revolution.

I will be your little death,
Wrap your hands around my neck.
Every little touch,
Brings me closer to death.
Open up and suck out my last dying breath.

You can never use me.
You can never abuse me.
Life is beginning to slip away.
Lying little bitches, will never see Morte.

Annons

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August 2017