Текст песни Pupil Slicer - Fleshwork

Оригинальный текст песни Fleshwork

This love, so pure
Each bit of lead wants more
Porcelain strings on me
Pulse racing
Burning with lust
Desire
To control me
To render all around to dust
So pure
The little things we sought
The gore
It peels away from my head
Watch how it fights
The iron surrounds becoming sight
Forgotten
Oil leaks from rifled marrow
I leave behind my sorrow
Can you forgive what I become
This demon is a gun
No turning back
Save me

Save me
Save me
Can you forgive what I become
This demon is a gun
Black inexistence falls
Loose rubble fails to form
Traces removed of all
Wiped from the face of terror