Zelophilia - The Fornicator's Suicide Note | Текст песни

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• Zelophilia
• The Fornicator's Suicide Note

Affection is misdirection to infections at best.
One night an erection, then a baby at breast.
The whore cried, "no more" in a desperate yelp.
Children beneath the floor still muster a help.
Disgruntled grunts and Gregorian groans.
Cocks into cunts are concocting clones.
Feathers and leather. Flesh in hand.
No one glares better than a desperate man.

When a boy lies, it's to avoid repercussion.
When a girl lies, it is to get sweet revenge on those she loved.
Hello, sweet angel. You came.

--chorus--

Oppression, depression smeared on her face.
Choking on affection. Disgraced and misplaced.
Teenagers drool in a hormonal heat.
Moaning like mules. Miserable back seats.
Broken condoms bind into a null marriage.
All was fine until the miscarriage.
Affection is misdirection to infections, at best.
This lame erection has been laid to rest.

--chorus--

Suffer no more. Put your pain to sleep.
Won't you rest in my arms?

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