Testo
I had craved your flesh, more than all the rest
I had been flooded with dreams of what you fantasized
Yet once I finally knew what I had fallen into
My sense of self then began to dissolve
I lost my sense of self in desire
I burned my wretched soul in the fire
Pulsating divine, our sins with skin we've coveted
Dripping from the vines, our blood, the dreaded severance
Seeds of the game, the one we all must willingly play
Garden of our bane the only one to blame, endless shame
As the serpents spit in a bottomless pit
We drink, eyes closed and mouths wide open
As this soil rests harnessing duress
My thoughts have grown to contemplating suicide
Now that I finally see what've you've done to me
What lies ahead is absolutely blackness
Absolutely blackness