She could find salvation from anyone She is collecting that salvations now Take her sorrow and make it mine Put a knife on her wrist, put that on my wrist too
and make a solemn promise 'when the death has come, there will be nothing left and nothing torment us again' and make another promise 'when the death has come, there will be nothing left and nothing can save us again'
Blood, cum and shit
Her crying, my pleasure Mixed with desire, but can not be the one.
In the chaos, i was born Now i return in blood, cum and shit