In a dark chamber of our passion
We meet and gather no compassion
Love is thru stomach on the rise
Wearing a mask without disguise
Cut to see how much I bleed
Go and do it
Go and cut it
Cut to see
Thirst for blood we're longing for
A secret is we're longing for
Take the sharpened knife
And let it slide
Into your girl into your bride
We meet and gather no compassion
Love is thru stomach on the rise
Wearing a mask without disguise
Cut to see how much I bleed
Go and do it
Go and cut it
Cut to see
Thirst for blood we're longing for
A secret is we're longing for
Take the sharpened knife
And let it slide
Into your girl into your bride