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STURM UND DRANG
Well, cruel Mistress Salem
In such chaos and bedlam
Strap me down in your asylum
I have a confession
Of possession
Lean in now and listen close
I know you love my sweet nothings
Part your lips, give up the ghost
Tales so beautiful yet disgusting
I’ve got something on my mind
That was once upon a lament
And I’m not one hundred percent sure
That you will want to hear it
We feed on the dead to feel alive
Before the broken tombstones
The clock ticks as the meat burns
Here at the cusp of my descent
Evil little Salem
Fall to the song of ravens
Rites, unholy and forsaken
Now, at your discretion
My transgression
Cut it up so entrails hang
Pungent stenches of blood and shit
Processions of Sturm und Drang
Sew that hole up before I fuck it
I’ve got something on my mind
That was once upon a lament
And I’m not one hundred percent sure
That you will want to hear it
We feed on the dead to feel alive
Before the broken tombstones
The clock ticks as the meat burns
Here at the cusp of my descent
mistress salem, can you hear the wolves at the door
howling at the moon and gnawing on the corpse?
the rapture, it waits, for true love with cruel intentions
the truth comes out at last in other dimensions
I’ve got something on my mind
That was once upon a lament
And I’m not one hundred percent sure
That you will want to hear it
We feed on the dead to feel alive
Before the broken tombstones
The clock ticks as the meat burns
Here at the cusp of my descent
In such chaos and bedlam
Strap me down in your asylum
I have a confession
Of possession
Lean in now and listen close
I know you love my sweet nothings
Part your lips, give up the ghost
Tales so beautiful yet disgusting
I’ve got something on my mind
That was once upon a lament
And I’m not one hundred percent sure
That you will want to hear it
We feed on the dead to feel alive
Before the broken tombstones
The clock ticks as the meat burns
Here at the cusp of my descent
Evil little Salem
Fall to the song of ravens
Rites, unholy and forsaken
Now, at your discretion
My transgression
Cut it up so entrails hang
Pungent stenches of blood and shit
Processions of Sturm und Drang
Sew that hole up before I fuck it
I’ve got something on my mind
That was once upon a lament
And I’m not one hundred percent sure
That you will want to hear it
We feed on the dead to feel alive
Before the broken tombstones
The clock ticks as the meat burns
Here at the cusp of my descent
mistress salem, can you hear the wolves at the door
howling at the moon and gnawing on the corpse?
the rapture, it waits, for true love with cruel intentions
the truth comes out at last in other dimensions
I’ve got something on my mind
That was once upon a lament
And I’m not one hundred percent sure
That you will want to hear it
We feed on the dead to feel alive
Before the broken tombstones
The clock ticks as the meat burns
Here at the cusp of my descent
Published 24th Jul 2018
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(c) 2018 Frank Green
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25th Jul 2018 4:34am
Holy shit!!! But dayum this piece is on 🔥 !
Cut it up so entrails hang
Pungent stenches of blood and shit
Processions of Sturm und Drang
Sew that hole up before I fuck it <—
Just so visual omg! Love the entire piece Hades...
RL
Zazz🐾
Cut it up so entrails hang
Pungent stenches of blood and shit
Processions of Sturm und Drang
Sew that hole up before I fuck it <—
Just so visual omg! Love the entire piece Hades...
RL
Zazz🐾
25th Jul 2018 4:39am
