Silence...
Waht a word
The world has gona still
And i sit here in wait
For the end is near
I aknowlege my fate
Is there a god
Of whom the world must aknowlege?
A being of such importance
That deprives you of judgement and freedom
I await judgement day
At the mercy of this creature
And wonder how the world is so cruel
From First To Last
Every day gets worse,
Locked in a vice my thoughts perverse
You must wonder why I look at you that way (In any way)
Tonight I'll make my way into your house
I must; I'm lusting for your body
Skin looks tight, think I just might have
To take a bite, but I know one will turn
To three or four or more, my little whore
Locked in a vice my thoughts perverse
You must wonder why I look at you that way (In any way)
Tonight I'll make my way into your house
I must; I'm lusting for your body
Skin looks tight, think I just might have
To take a bite, but I know one will turn
To three or four or more, my little whore
...And We All Have A Hell
