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If i had… oh, if i only had a proper cunt
I would be delighted to lift my skirt for you.
I would gladly take your hard cock in my hands
And bury it, ever so deeply, in the darkness of my tomb.

Come, my handsome ghost of lust, and masturbate for me
I promise, it will get you out of your misery
I have been sleeping on the flours for days… to keep myself from dreaming,
A punishment for things delayed and maybe for disbelieving.

Don’t scare away the old crows in the field,
Walking in lumber… through rows and rows of corn.
I am madly in love with a sad illusion, don’t you see… –
But, then again, aren’t we all ?

He will build a temple, a temple for your schwanz,
And he will build it with his mouth.
He will chant the poetry, words of heartfelt longing,
All through the lonely midnight hours.

If i had a proper cunt, i’d lift my skirt for you,
I’d take your hard cock in my hands and bury it deeply in my tomb.

I want to know how it’ll end
I want to be sure of what it’ll cost
I want to strangle the stars for all they promised me
I want you to call me on your drug phone
I want to keep you alive so there is always the possibility of murder later.

I want to be there when you learn the cost of desire
I want you to understand that my malevolence is just a way to win
I want the name of the ruiner
I want matches in case I have to suddenly burn
I want you to know that being kind is overrated
I want to write my secret across your sky
I want to watch you lose control
I want to watch you lose.

I want to know exactly what it’s going to take
I want to see you insert yourself into glory
I want your touches to scar me so I’ll know where you’ve been.
I want you to watch when I go down in flames
I want a list of atrocities done in your name
I want to reach my hand into the dark and feel what reaches back

I want to remember when my nightmares were clearer
I want to be there when your hot black rage rips wide open.
I want to taste my own kind.
I want to be wrapped in cold wet sheets to see if it’s different on this side
I want you to come on strong.
I want to leave you out in the cold.
I want the exact same thing… but different.
I want some soft drugs… some soft, soft drugs

I want to throw you
I want you to know I know.

I want to know if you read me
I want to swing with my eyes shut and see what I hit.

I want to know just how much you hate me so I can predict what you’ll do.
I want you to know the wounds are self-inflicted

I want a controlling interest.

I want to be somewhere beautiful when I die

I want to be your secret hater.

I want to stop destroying you but I can’t.

And I want and I want and I want

And I will always be hungry.

And I want

And I want

And I want

I like you
And I’d like you to like me to like you
But I don’t need you
Don’t need you to need me to like you
Because if you didn’t like me
I would still like you, you see
La la la
La la la

I lick you
And I like how to like how I lick you
But I don’t need you
Don’t need you to like me to lick you
If your pleasure turned into pain
I would still lick for my personal gain
La la la
La la la

I fuck you
And I love how you love how I fuck you
But I don’t fucking need you
Don’t need you to need me to fuck you
If you need me to need you to fuck
That fucks everything up
La la la
La la la

I want you
And I want you to want me to want you
But I don’t need you
Don’t need you to need me to need you
That’s just me
So take me or leave me
But please don’t need me
Don’t need me to need you to need me
Cos we’re here one minute, the next we’re dead
So love me and leave me
But try not to need me
Enough said
I want you, but I don’t need you

La la la
La la la

I love you
And I love how you love how I love you
But I don’t need you
Don’t need you to need me to love you
If your love turned into hate
Would my love have been a mistake?
I don’t know
I don’t know

So I’m gonna leave you
And I’d like you to leave me to leave you
But lover believe me
It isn’t because I don’t need you (you know I don’t need you)
All I wanted was to be wanted
But you’re drowning me deep in your need to be needed
La la la
La la la la la la la la la

I want you
And I want you to want me to want you
But I don’t need you
Don’t need you to need me to need you
That’s just me
So take me or leave me
But please don’t need me
Don’t need me to need you to need me
Cos we’re here one minute, the next we’re dead
So love me and leave me
But try not to need me
Enough said
I want you, but I don’t need you

Min Warb Naseu
Wilr Made Thaim
I Bormotha Hauni

Hu War
Hu War Opkam Har a Hit Lot

Got Nafiskr Orf
Auim Suimade
Foki Afa Galande

What am I supposed to do
If I want to talk about peace and understanding
But you only understand the language of the sword
What if I want to make you understand
That the path you chose leads to downfall
But you only understand the language of the sword
What if I want to tell you to leave me and my beloved ones in peace
But you only understand the language of the sword

I let the blade do the talking
So my tongue shall become iron
And my words the mighty roar of war
Revealing my divine anger´s arrow shall strike

All action for the good of all
I see my reflection in your eyes
But my new age has just begun

The sword is soft
In the fire of the furnace
It hungers to be hit
And wants to have a hundred sisters
In the coldest state of their existence
They may dance the maddest
In the morass of the red rain

Beloved brother enemy
I sing my sword song for you
The lullaby of obliteration
So I can wake up with a smile
And bliss in my heart
And bliss in my heart
And bliss in my heart

Coexistence, Conflict, combat
Devastation, regeneration, transformation
That is the best I can do for you

I see a grey gloom on the horizon
That promises a powerful sun to rise
To melt away all moons
It will make the old fires of purification
Look like dying embers
Look like dying embers
Look like dying embers

Min Warb Naseu
Wilr Made Thaim
I Bormotha Hauni

Hu War
Hu War Opkam Har a Hit Lot

Got Nafiskr Orf
Auim Suimade
Foki Afa Galande

Hu War
Hu War Opkam Har a Hit Lot

Ylir Men Aero Their
Era Mela Os

 

Contact and rupture
Unlike a pulse
Law of repetition
We will always follow

Identity is safe
The content is nothing
Deconstruction of form
We will always follow

Manipulate the pulse, the pattern, the rhythm
Dominate the beat
Manipulate the pulse, the pattern, the beat
Dominate the world

Desire remains
Discharge of pleasure
Absence of contact
We will always follow

Manipulate the pulse, the pattern, the rhythm
Dominate the beat
Manipulate the pulse, the pattern, the beat
Dominate the world

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