Testo Artistic Greed

Son of ashes A tradiction in blood Trouble so dark for the beauty Sinister colours Anticipate sorrows See this act to repel you away Vestals and vice slide on my obsessions I’m wishing for my dreams to die Anal torture concentrated Centred in blood Into the human suffering, A void My serenades of purity Follow me Give me a sign to reify my emotion Holding why End never touches your eyes Sing your cry And feel my blade inside Crucifixion … pray Christ to die Why you whisper a last drifting smile It’s the pleasure way to die A loss in ice Skin’s shine I want to watch you die Reel this little sorrow The pleasure of whore A natural lent To inform the dying fly Try to die With all the pretty lies The pale desire Sin’s rise Crucifixion … pray Christ to die Never lights to see Only pain to feel How we could be the little ring so pure And never be obscured Nothing stops tears from falling Always lost in your face Burning soft in your white stone so blue Try to die …