Burnt
You're mine,
Were blatant with your kind,
I have paid, I'm taken with your face,
I can taste your flesh,
Can taste your world,
To feel the pain of making
Why can't you breathe?
I've made you writhe
In pain, the pain of making
Why just take my life?
Why not take it all?
I can taste your flesh,
Can taste your world
To feel the pain of making
Why can't you breathe?
I've made you writhe,
In pain, the pain of making
Writer/s: The Berzerker
