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 Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 4:00 pm
Flesh turns to Fear:
Force myself to feel,
the skin that ain't there...
Touch myself & hope,
for a tongue within me...
Unintentual tease,
psyhcological feast...
Instinctually drawn,
to visions only I see...
Flesh turns to fear,
my hurt appears.
Obbessive thoughts acsending...
The slightest touch,
my world dissolves.
The price I pay for touching...
I realise the feeling cumming cannot be held longer...
I realise my obession will always get the best of me...
Cruelly tortured,
by velvet black strainds...
Escaping the lust,
descendents of bounds...
Simpler breaths,
inbetween louder moans...
The human possesed,
in the pleasure of tears...
Flesh turns to fear,
my hurt appears.
Obbessive thoughts acsending...
The slightest touch,
my world dissolves.
The heavy price of touching...
I realise the feeling cumming cannot be held longer...
I realise my obbession will always get the best of me...
[Instrumental]
Flesh turns to fear,
my hurt appears.
Obbessive thoughts ascending...
The slightest touch,
my world dissolves.
The heavy price of touching...
I realise the feeling cumming cannot be held longer...
I realise my obbession will always get the best of me...
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 3:28 pm
I could do a death metal rendition of that song at my school so I could piss people off
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