The Lamb and the Knife
Feel the glove of hope wrapped around your throat
My seamen fills with lies at the edge of your throat
I cringe at a body filled with lust
Desire aches of pain down to the edge of my bone
Your Design
As once foretold
This ancient desire to be one with the fold
Lie down
Belly up and fucked
Creating disease
Bury me in in the mold
Flesh
And Crack the whip
Bathe its feet
Holding back your tongue on the edge of disgust
The leather rubbing raw you must give into your trust
The screams of pleasure in the night
Writhing with love is what it's like to be owned
Your Design
As once foretold
This ancient desire to be one with the fold
Lie down
Belly up and fucked
Creating disease
Bury me in in the mold
Flesh
And Crack the whip
Bathe its feet
Autor(es): Roseclouds