Текст песни Rubberroom f Verb - Offering 1366
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[Verb]My throat is dryI slit my wrist to bring it all to an end, butthe wounds would only heal every time I triedto bless my skin with the razor, every time without endHe touched my lips and, I touched his soulUntil it was consumed and absorbed into mine throughthe fluids that bring lifeThere remained none but me and my kindMy throat is dry, as I roam these dark and dreary urbane streetsbarefoot over broken glassSeeing souls wandering aimlessly, begging for peace eternalI, the shadowy savior of them allAs my sihlouette is seen in the moonlightOn my ? ? this burgundyAnd my ivory fangs, thrust into the crawjust to see the crimson fountain gush from his neckI drink, I feedFed-Exing death at random from times immemorialImmortal, undead, agony without endMy eyes have seenThey come and go but we remainHis mahogany complexion called me, ring-ing in my headBeckoning me to come closerUntil it almost drove me madI let him buy me a drink and rescue me from the strobelightsAnd musty drunkenness of mortals gyratingand grinding their hips while, I grind my teeth in agonyHungry for his flesh..(Yo, you sure you alright sweetheart?) Yeah whassup?(You wanna go out to the car and bless this with me?) Yo you should let me roll(Ain`t no problem)As yellow clouds of gaseous matter scatter through the interior`saqua-blue Land Cruiser`s emotions arousedMy aggressive behavior, flesh upon fleshAs he became warm with the sweat of passion, andI grew cold..Thrust my undying bone through his skinPenetrating red blood cells that deliciously burst on my taste-buds..And drain him of this pitiful existance slowlyto savor these moments of ecstasy(Yo yo yo that`s feelin too good)(Yo yo yo yo slow it up though, ay ay)(Ay?! WHAT THE? WAIT, YO!)The inevitable, I your Dark Queenwho you sing high pitched hymns of praise of this pain I bringMarvel at my beauty, bask in my infinitenessBow to my excellence until I swallow the last of these lifely fluidsAn Offering, unto this crimson GodFeel my ancient wisdom, taste my approvalUntil another disciple of we dark creatures, stumble into our midstMy throat is dry, undying, without endShowering blessings of death, forever and ever, amen