The Seventh Gate (The 7th Gate) - To Bloodlet: The Cleansing Urge lyrics

rate me

start by etching dark secrets into your arm with glass

and inject the filth of your sin and depression

beneath your foul, dying flesh

taste the stench, the decripid aroma of a dying world

virgin lips smeared with semen

choke on my love

i'm roadkill on god's highway

we're all roadkill tonight anyway

vulgar demonstration of lust

romantic obsession

run away from your halo

sexual infatuation

asphyxiate

angels whisper sweet nothings

hymns of homicide

ordained clowns touch the clouds

scarring the tranquil sky

i've bathing for days

but still i can't be clean

something is better than nothing

but i have this urge to kill

my

self