Текст песни The Seventh Gate (The 7th Gate) - To Bloodlet: The Cleansing Urge
The Seventh Gate (The 7th Gate) - To Bloodlet: The Cleansing Urge слова песни
start by etching dark secrets into your arm with glass and inject the filth of your sin and depression beneath your foul, dying flesh taste the stench, the decripid aroma of a dying world virgin lips smeared with semen choke on my love i`m roadkill on god`s highway we`re all roadkill tonight anywayvulgar demonstration of lustromantic obsessionrun away from your halosexual infatuation asphyxiate angels whisper sweet nothings hymns of homicide ordained clowns touch the cloudsscarring the tranquil sky i`ve bathing for days but still i can`t be clean something is better than nothing but i have this urge to kill my self