Give it some time, soon enough you will feel the depths of the water.
Cool, glistening surface.
Reflections of faces that you've seen,
oh what a tragedy.
Sweetie, don't laugh,
you're just so ordinary.
With freedom gone and nothing but my twisted depravity can you see the monster that lurks in the deep.
restrain yourself with a mouth full of leather belt.
I will baptize you in my consuming disease,
I just love tasting the innocent sweets.
just a few gulps and you'll be released.
Call it murder,
I call it an art form.
You're not the first and but at the moment you're my number one.
We live like our disease.
We live like ghosts and we take with out regret.
No face to be seen just a haunting chill to feel.
We feast on the terrors of your seed.
No social discrepancies, no quips or quarrels behind the vice.
I can feel the ice of the water,
yet so crystal clear it bleeds black.
No more struggling,
they can trench for you all day I won't make you too hard to find.
In the end we all know what transpired.
Sing my little ordinary birdy.
Sing the crimes that have been done,
shine the spot light on a little angel of God.
With a twisted smile, the face is always changing and it grows.
We live like ghosts