The father smells his young
the forcing has begun
the taste of breaking skin
innocence he wins
pressing against
her fragile defensno more dancing
her flowers missing
She waits alone to kill
over and over
this haunting obsession
performed by aggression
she waits
I'm playing with your blood
your disease isn't pure
taking back the cure
pressing away
from moral decay
no more moving
her body's soothing
Beauty and blackout
pressure in doubt
supressing perfection
change your taste
fuck your filled face
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Lyrics submitted by Rhett.
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