---FLESH FOR THE GODS---
Flesh For The Gods.
Your Copper Coil Wraps Around My Pale White Hips.
Virgin Gods Sit On there Thrones Sinister Waves Of Emotion Course There God Like Bodies.
Squeeze Me Dry As Blood Engulfs My Lungs.
Bitter White Bones Peek Thru Pale White Flesh. Violent Thoughts Run Thru These Rusty Walls.
Yell And Scream All you Want. Pain Is Pleasure Pleasure Is Pain. Random Thoughts Like waves Of Grain Run Violently Thru That Coarsing Brain.
No More Pain End this Now. "Not Just Yet" This Thought Has Feeling. It Answers Back.
Your Pain Is My Pleasure You Pleasure My Pain.
It's Like grains Of Salt On Open Flesh. Just When You Think This Is Over.
Another Squeeze Another Push.
Your Soul Peeks Free. Now an Escape.
Almost Free From all this Strain. No More Pleausure For this Pain.
Your Soul Is free.
Go away In the Heavans Where The Gods Play And Bicker In there ThunderDome.
You Feel There Anger.
As They Sit On By. There Is No Compasion From These Wordly Eye's.
Now is The Time For Sweet Revenge. But First A thought Lingers In your Brain. "If the
Flesh Is dead. And the Soul Is free, Then Why Do Violent Thought GleeFully Run Thru
Me".
Flesh For The Gods.
Your Copper Coil Wraps Around My Pale White Hips.
Virgin Gods Sit On there Thrones Sinister Waves Of Emotion Course There God Like Bodies.
Squeeze Me Dry As Blood Engulfs My Lungs.
Bitter White Bones Peek Thru Pale White Flesh. Violent Thoughts Run Thru These Rusty Walls.
Yell And Scream All you Want. Pain Is Pleasure Pleasure Is Pain. Random Thoughts Like waves Of Grain Run Violently Thru That Coarsing Brain.
No More Pain End this Now. "Not Just Yet" This Thought Has Feeling. It Answers Back.
Your Pain Is My Pleasure You Pleasure My Pain.
It's Like grains Of Salt On Open Flesh. Just When You Think This Is Over.
Another Squeeze Another Push.
Your Soul Peeks Free. Now an Escape.
Almost Free From all this Strain. No More Pleausure For this Pain.
Your Soul Is free.
Go away In the Heavans Where The Gods Play And Bicker In there ThunderDome.
You Feel There Anger.
As They Sit On By. There Is No Compasion From These Wordly Eye's.
Now is The Time For Sweet Revenge. But First A thought Lingers In your Brain. "If the
Flesh Is dead. And the Soul Is free, Then Why Do Violent Thought GleeFully Run Thru
Me".
xo