Withering Surface
Withering Surface - Black As I songtekst
Je score:
You Are The SALT In SICKNESS I Am The WOUND In SICKNESS And HEALTH The Music Ceases As Your NOBLE Touch Pleases Your PREDICTABLE Touch Ceases As The Tirering Music Pleases You Are The WATER In SICKNESS I Am The FLAME In SICKNESS And Health Maybe, I Want To Cherish Your Sensual VIRGINITY Maybe, I Want To Cherish Your Sensual INABILITY Maybe, You Ask Why Why You Are, BLACK AS I And Sorrow Fills The Moon As I KISS HER Faithfully And Shadows Fill The Room As The BEAST Take Shape To Win You're Black, You're Black You're BLACK AS I When Our THRILLS Cease I Leave The World Behind A DELIGHTFUL Feast I Wish Oh, Lord, You Know I Tried Like Blood, A SCENT In The Sun So Special, Maybe THE ONLY ONE And HER Flaming LIPS Swallow My Endless Mess And HER Lovely HEARTLESS Soul I Soon Have Torn - IN TWO "All black souls should look for white elements in themselves"