Carnal

Carnal Lyrics

Song Carnal
Artist Vader
Album Black to the Blind
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作词 : Wasilewski, Wiwczarak
I tasted the fever of your existence
Seems like cold grain to my mouth
I stand aside,
I stay away
Transmuting my quicksilver blood
KIA, that
I may seeZ
OS, that I may touch
Insipid are the describing words
The self needs no vulgar praise
This worship has no supplications
My rite is to live and do
Things naked, pure of honest lust
The throbbing vortex feeds on it all
Sleep is the best of possible prayers
The winged eyes are blessed to see
Downtrodden deception of every torment
Trans pierced hymens my lust adores
Many images yet one raw flesh
Animal steps
I love to tread
An ideal point where time is space
Memory giant sores, this journey must heal
Lady of Mourning and her monsters
Lay down the scythes for here
I comeJoyful and priapic my baby soul
A new born one, ten million years old
zuo ci : Wasilewski, Wiwczarak
I tasted the fever of your existence
Seems like cold grain to my mouth
I stand aside,
I stay away
Transmuting my quicksilver blood
KIA, that
I may seeZ
OS, that I may touch
Insipid are the describing words
The self needs no vulgar praise
This worship has no supplications
My rite is to live and do
Things naked, pure of honest lust
The throbbing vortex feeds on it all
Sleep is the best of possible prayers
The winged eyes are blessed to see
Downtrodden deception of every torment
Trans pierced hymens my lust adores
Many images yet one raw flesh
Animal steps
I love to tread
An ideal point where time is space
Memory giant sores, this journey must heal
Lady of Mourning and her monsters
Lay down the scythes for here
I comeJoyful and priapic my baby soul
A new born one, ten million years old
zuò cí : Wasilewski, Wiwczarak
I tasted the fever of your existence
Seems like cold grain to my mouth
I stand aside,
I stay away
Transmuting my quicksilver blood
KIA, that
I may seeZ
OS, that I may touch
Insipid are the describing words
The self needs no vulgar praise
This worship has no supplications
My rite is to live and do
Things naked, pure of honest lust
The throbbing vortex feeds on it all
Sleep is the best of possible prayers
The winged eyes are blessed to see
Downtrodden deception of every torment
Trans pierced hymens my lust adores
Many images yet one raw flesh
Animal steps
I love to tread
An ideal point where time is space
Memory giant sores, this journey must heal
Lady of Mourning and her monsters
Lay down the scythes for here
I comeJoyful and priapic my baby soul
A new born one, ten million years old
Carnal Lyrics
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