drpepper21
August 8th, 2009, 10:00 PM
The crimson fliud stains her sleeve, allowing her to see and believe.
allowing the blade to bite at her skin, she succumbs to pleasure, letting it win.
the vermin of the world fester in a pit, a pit quite frankly full of shit.
the vermin of the world lie in the pit, overwhich a bird of wing flit.
a little canary flit on the wing. if it cant fly, at least let it sing.
slit their throat an let their sould drift, then they go to fester in the deep dark pit.
the little bird feathers as soft as down, he'll fly away with the old kings crown.
until a musket blast pierce the little birds heart, the quaint canary is blown apart.
she wants the blade to bite at her skin, yearning and earning, to repeat her sin.
allowing the blade to bite at her skin, she succumbs to pleasure, letting it win.
the vermin of the world fester in a pit, a pit quite frankly full of shit.
the vermin of the world lie in the pit, overwhich a bird of wing flit.
a little canary flit on the wing. if it cant fly, at least let it sing.
slit their throat an let their sould drift, then they go to fester in the deep dark pit.
the little bird feathers as soft as down, he'll fly away with the old kings crown.
until a musket blast pierce the little birds heart, the quaint canary is blown apart.
she wants the blade to bite at her skin, yearning and earning, to repeat her sin.