Her dress is sliding down and it becomes hard to breathe. I must be happy now. So why I scared to death?
She is dead! I see woman stripping. Hot sweat's running through the cold skin. She is dead! I see a perfect body But I'm afraid, she'll killing me.
My heart is still alive. It beats inside of me, but She sees me as just a piece of meat. Now I have no more hope. Now I know no more truth. My death is stripped in front of me.
I'm horny, I'm sweaty, I'm hot like fire. I'll be a perfect dish, at least. A meat must be warmed, she has done it already And now my scream is soundtrack for her feast Feast Feast Feast
She is dead! I see woman stripping. Hot sweat's running through the cold skin. She is dead! I see a perfect body But I'm afraid, she'll killing me.
She is dead! She is dead! She is dead! She is dead!