my bible chars in pools of pasts
and my skin is split with flaming lies
sins are suffered
truths regained
bleeding my essence in words
pity me in dug trenches
praise the preacher with his paper
lick the tears and flames of fury
my burning desire, wrath and glory
kill the memories that rot in wounds
by the bright light of love/desire
by the bright light of a devilish fake
and i will be your truthful muse
in this temple of perfection
i smear the walls with dirty blood
my world is coming down
i have become a whore...a beauty slasher
a bloodied bitch
repulsion, attraction
reason and energy
my love, my hate
de sangra mantanza
in the city with your doll head
i cry for i am doomed |
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