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Syndrome 8 - Butcher's Love Song

Red fingers gentle stick to the glass

Fingerprints of handle betray the content of tonight

I've never been the sophisticated paramour

Let's consumate, consumate our love

(It was)

Grounded crime, realize (this is end)

Can you fell like a knife is cutting dead lies

...Is cutting your lies

Love is a tempting blade, so passionately coveting your juicy body

Allow him fulfill your fate

I had to feel, had to know that you won't runaway

Won't runaway

I'm cutting out inside,

Tanning your skin

Encouraged by your authentic smell

My fingers caress with organs

Pull out hands

Cut your tongue

Freeze the face

Shoot your mouth

Pull out hands

Cut your tongue

Freeze the face

Shoot your mouth

(It was)

Grounded crime, realize (this is end)

Can you fell like a knife is cutting dead lies

...Is cutting your lies