Bloodish red, the color of those empty skies, a thousand times ill say nothing
else in this flesh will remain. Asphyxiation, when the green of this surface turns to black, suffocation. I love her perfumed corpse, my dead cold fingers (blackened attempt) grab those roots to pull out the darkest demons, beautiful attempt, through the horrors we march, we march & we claim for this purification. A thousand black roses buried in the humanity's grave. Your f****** flesh is gonna be mine. We claim for this purification.
else in this flesh will remain. Asphyxiation, when the green of this surface turns to black, suffocation. I love her perfumed corpse, my dead cold fingers (blackened attempt) grab those roots to pull out the darkest demons, beautiful attempt, through the horrors we march, we march & we claim for this purification. A thousand black roses buried in the humanity's grave. Your f****** flesh is gonna be mine. We claim for this purification.