Whore Heart

She breathed in smoke
And spit out her last chances in
And spit out her last chances out

Wrong turn turn wrong

This dirty light she's bathed in
She turned her filthy gaze to me
These horrid thoughts turn round
Turn never to right now

With eyes made raw and hair like a burn
I found myself mirrored in the heart of this whore
Everything wrong
Everything wrong
Everything tastes like smoke

Dead parts of me lust for you
For the death in your every pore

Death in every pore

My lust for her
Death in every pore

Walk me to the small room
Make me the king of this abattoir
Walk me to the white walls
Drunk on the taste and stench of hell
Walk me to the altar
Make me the groom to this whore bride
Lie to me
Give me the light between your legs
The gift you have
A bottom to hit
Bow my head
To wash my neck to slit my throat

Slit my throat