Текст песни Pagan Lorn - Prone
Pagan Lorn - Prone слова песни
Why should I denyThat I will not resistHow could I declineWhen I am still proneWelcomeTo the weird travel through my woodOf uncertain emotionsThe wedlock between laudable and barren dreamsWelcomeTo my worldA circus of nakednessChase these thoughts awayTake my lust awayWelcomeTo my inner sideEnter the disasterDrill yourself into the fatGo insideWelcomeTo the sexual and imperious artChase these thoughts awayTake my lust awaySell me a smileAnd I will give you happinessDrowning in tears of hateMaterial manTortured manNo manHammer and the meat will dieThrough the laughing faceBreaks a resounding disgustIt tries to inhale my lifeIt pins your flesh in my open mouthMy thoughts crawl into your holeAny nerve in an evil minefieldWill burn me outBecause home is where the lust livesHammer until the meat is dead