Butcher's Love Song en Forgotten Souls

Red fingers gentle stick to the glass
Fingerprints of handle betray the content of tonight
I've never been the sophisticated paramour
Let's consumate, consumate our love

(It was)
Grounded crime, realize (this is end)
Can you fell like a knife is cutting dead lies
Is cutting your lies

Love is a tempting blade, so passionately coveting your juicy body
Allow him fulfill your fate
I had to feel, had to know that you won't runaway
Won't runaway

I'm cutting out inside,
Tanning your skin
Encouraged by your authentic smell
My fingers caress with organs

Pull out hands
Cut your tongue

Freeze the face
Shoot your mouth

Pull out hands
Cut your tongue
Freeze the face
Shoot your mouth

(It was)
Grounded crime, realize (this is end)
Can you fell like a knife is cutting dead lies
Is cutting your lies