Текст песни Scars 19 - Увечья

Mutilation

You hang on hooks in my house
Dry blood on his lips, your mouth moans
The fingers, teeth, tongue underfoot
Two screwdrivers with your eyes

Cutting your throat, hold a knife on himself
Miraculously enjoy a taste of the pain by eating together

Your blood will wash us both its fountain

You hang on hooks in my house
Near the bodies of others in an eternal coma
They could not stand the torture of long
And for you there is still a lot of pain

I took a sip of your hand
I cut off your hands
Belly vsporov per minute
Leather, hanging, hang

Your blood will wash us both its fountain
Your blood will wash us from above a scarlet fountain