my flesh bullet-ridden remains hidden Underneath these soft fabrics Which I carefully select That stand in for how I used to feel, For how I remember feeling, For
your doors Niggas can't stop this war I show you faggots what the Swatch is for Hidding spots in the door for the glocks is for Read the paper, '
Or up in the bathroom Givin' me and my homeboys a show Baby get low To a techn9ne tempo Do you know What you're in for Rough sex Much sweat Enough flesh
't do Turn a small night into a big mornin' for you I get more pleasure outta pleasin' you I won't cum till you cum, it's all for you I don't mean to
she casts her spell She's the wicked wich of the west The touch of her skin the smell of her sin My fantasies burn through my flesh In the city
if the road to being seems less steep these glassy walls that have surrounded me break and give way for a flow of energy the freedom I sought and for
Under the flesh, rot my lust for decayed corpses Dead bodies exhumed, their coldness induces me Endless defilement reoccurring relapses, perverse with
so ambitious You and me, flesh to flesh 'Cause every breath that you will take When you are sitting next to me Will bring life into my deepest hopes, what?s your fantasy
price riches of things, fantasies of flesh emotion, self pity, what if your request you have a soul, has to be saved the price is forbidden for human flesh
it's all coming back to me When you see me like this Then we see what we want to see All coming back to me The flesh and the fantasies All coming back
I lust forevermore All flights of fantasy, and pleasure I do seek Now thrown into the realms She knows my flesh is weak Maidens I lust for endless time
the mortician And his...and his modified fantasies Akin and dried meat Of the freshly sucked skull Every death is His financial gain Paying for the
To a safe place Drugged them Strangled and fucked them Put the bodies in the tub Dismember them Save all the meaty parts For consumption Skinning the flesh
Flesh and bones Made of stone 'Til you Seasons never changed Reasons never came So it feels so good to love Someone like you Birds in trees Fantasies
dancing girls You can dance Dance Dance for me Dance for your daddy all night I got a one track notion On a feminine squeeze A sackfull of love A mindful of fantasies
it sure got soul, it's not flesh and blood Boy, I tried looking for love but I guess it's true You don't look for love, it's gonna look for you Well
alone and dead Visions of erotic bliss Feel your warmth from inside your skin A passion I cannot resist Anxiously feeling grotesque Up against your flesh Forbidden fantasies
creations Of placid faces and lifeless pageants In the depths of a mind insane Fantasy and reality are the same Graze the skin with my finger tips The brush of dead warm flesh