The Therapy of Flesh

Face on the ground
Eyes on the scar
Taste of the wound
Murder
Skin overpassed
Blood on the glass
Knife oversized
Butcher
Health for the young
Strength of a prong
Deep in a throat
Fiding your savior
Savior
Mentally
I lost every conscience
Therapy of flesh is running on
Mortals
I’m leaving your ground
God told me that I could
The gift of pain is leading my soul
Threat, keep, fuck
Rape, kill, cut
Laugh, scream, hug
Watch, smile, burn
Pleasure makes me glowing
Mortals
I’m leaving your ground
The gift of pain is leading my soul
Guilty
Contempling the agony
The flesh is feeding me
The flesh is killing me
Guilty
Sacrifice from a fury
Strength of a prong
Deep in the throat
Fiding your savior
Savior
Guilty
Contempling the agony
The flesh is feeding me
The flesh is killing me
Guilty
Sacrifice from a fury
The flesh is feeding me
The flesh is killing me