MY DARLING WITH A THIRST FOR GORE
NAILS MY b**** AGAINST THE DOOR
AND I GASP WITH HUMOR QUAINT
HONEY, PLEASE DON`T SCRATCH THE PAINT
SHE LIKES THE ANGUISH IN MY EYES
SHE LIKES TO TEASE ME ´TILL CRY
SHE LIKES MY VOICE SCREAM IN FEAR
SHE LIKES THE TASTE OF MY TEARS
SHE S TRYING TO REDUCE MY BREATH
ASPHYXIA, SHE SAID WILL BE THE CAUSE OF YOUR DEATH
SO, WITH A SMILE, AND NEVER DID SHE
SHE SAID, SHHHHH... NO.
NAILS MY b**** AGAINST THE DOOR
AND I GASP WITH HUMOR QUAINT
HONEY, PLEASE DON`T SCRATCH THE PAINT
SHE LIKES THE ANGUISH IN MY EYES
SHE LIKES TO TEASE ME ´TILL CRY
SHE LIKES MY VOICE SCREAM IN FEAR
SHE LIKES THE TASTE OF MY TEARS
SHE S TRYING TO REDUCE MY BREATH
ASPHYXIA, SHE SAID WILL BE THE CAUSE OF YOUR DEATH
SO, WITH A SMILE, AND NEVER DID SHE
SHE SAID, SHHHHH... NO.