Cradle Of Filth Truth & Agony
Mother's milk has soured
My life's a bolted door
And from it runs a trail of vagrant gore
My wounds are open flowers
Fragrant gifts for my encore
Bouquets of praise for bleeding, towered
On the sacrificial floor
I summoned and you came
To the peel of twisted bells
To the gelid whisper of my name
I blanched, erotic danger
Had me whirling like a star
To the dark advance of strangers
And then I heard you laugh
A throat of broken glass
Leather stitched to weeping skin
A coat of death and suppuration
Be my truth and agony
An architect for my total destruction
My erector, my dissector
My flesh will be wet for your best seduction
Be my truth and agony
lnventive and deranged
Loves proof is in, its plain to see
The fluids we've exchanged
Part of these soul killers
The Gestapohood of scars
Carved an ornate invitation on my heart
The scent of French vanilla
With the stench of abattoirs
Past tense of present laythings
On those stained red lips ajar
I summoned and you came
From the churning guts of Hell
With your Christmas hiss of chains
Down the endless centuries
Your torture bed of lust
A shrine for us to redesign
And sign in blood and rust
Be my truth and agony
An architect for my total destruction
My erector, my dissector
My flesh caressed by your best corruption
Be my truth and agony
lnventive and deranged
Loves roof is in, its meant to be
My cells are rearranged
I suffered and you came
To the splintering of bones
Winning pinnacles for my pain
Raped and racked and mutilated
I Raised from dregs again
Autopsy-turvy, back elated
In brazen arms that sacked my veins
Skinnatra, take me to the stars
Thrust me through to paradise
Endorphins breaking fast
Creature from the black abyss
Teacher. sadornasochist
Your tortured soul has led me
To this altered state of bliss
