Secret Creation - My Candle Fears It Won't Be Burned | Текст песни

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REACH DEEP
INTO THE WOMB OF THE WORLD
PULL THE FETUS
BURY MY TEETH

INTO FLESH
SOFT AND PINK
SECRET CREATION
NO MORE A MISTAKE

APPLE FALLS
DEEP INTO LEAVES
ROTTEN BREAST-MILK
GREEN WITH DISEASE

BIRTH MARK
IN THE SHAPE OF A NOOSE
TO THE DEATH, TO THE DEATH
TO THE ENDS

OF ETERNITY’S NECK

AS A BLADE
SEEKS A NECK TO FIND PEACE
SO SHALL I
BRING HELL TO THESE STREETS

A MOOD FOR MURDER
AND A PERFECT HEART FOR LUST
BURNING NIGHTMARES
FROM THE OIL OF HER CUNT

HOLDING MY CARROT
I WILL DANGLE IT NOW
ABOVE HER BODY
AND DEEP INTO HER MOUTH

I CUM CANCER
AND SPIT OUT HATE

NO BLOOD FOR MY REDEMPTION
NO MASK FOR MY ULTIMATE FATE

OVER THE MOUTH
A MASKED HAND RETURNS

TO FINISH THE RAPE THAT LIFE HAD BEGUN
AND UNDO THE WILL OF THROUGH THE BURNING OF LOVE

AND AGAIN I WILL CUT
THE ROPES THAT BIND
I CANNOT BE HELD
BY IRON CAGES
BETWEEN DEATH AND BEYOND
A CERTAIN ESSENCE
ADVANCING DAMNATION

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