Funeral Fornication - Counterparts lyrics

rate me

hear vile whispers

Conjured from the lips of she who is damned

Vampire, desire

Her somber words are like a blight on the land

Pale lover, I suffer

Like a fly in a spider's web

Shallow cries, night skies

Open up causing stars to ebb

I felt her cool breath upon my twisted neck

With her frail hands on my skin,

We indulged in wicked sex

Annoyed with sickly joy,

A chill had gripped my spine

DeSade said I should worship pain

And happily make it mine

She is the other part of me

I placed a dagger in her hands

As she strapped me to a rack

She took the blade and with sexual fever,

Cut and carved my back

She unbound my arms and kissed me once,

My pale vampiric whore

She spread her legs as if to the devil,

To slide her cunt onto daggers and swords

She is the other part of me

From a darker reality

Here we lay on the floor

Sprawled about in our own blood

Distortion, abortion

Abomination in the eyes of God

True lover, no other

My flame burns warm for you

Please have me, please hurt me

We can keep our scars out of public view