Pagan Lorn Prone
Why should I deny That I will not resist How could I decline When I am still prone Welcome To the weird travel through my wood Of uncertain emotions The wedlock between laudable and barren dreams Welcome To my world A circus of nakedness Chase these thoughts away Take my lust away Welcome To my inner side Enter the disaster Drill yourself into the fat Go inside Welcome To the sexual and imperious art Chase these thoughts away Take my lust away Sell me a smile And I will give you happiness Drowning in tears of hate Material man Tortured man No man Hammer and the meat will die Through the laughing face Breaks a resounding disgust It tries to inhale my life It pins your flesh in my open mouth My thoughts crawl into your hole Any nerve in an evil minefield Will burn me out Because home is where the lust lives Hammer until the meat is dead
