Scent of Skin
Hurt Me With Your Lips
Make Me Bleed Through Every Wound
Kill The Pleasure With Your Sour Tongue,
Put Your Hands Just Around My Neck
The Sweat And Blood That Overflows The Lust
Now Run Throughout My Spine.
Wrap Me With Your Flesh As My Shroud
Don't Want To Cry In Vain
Now That I Bleed Inside
I Do Believe Pain's After Death
Tear My Breath Asunder
While I Don't Feel Any Grief.
Waiting For A Whisper Of Your Breath
That Could Warmly Shave Me
Piercing Glance That Enslave Me
And Stop The Air In My Lung.