Текст: Tiamat. Skeleton Skeletron. For Her Pleasure.

:
erase the pictures from my mind
eliminate the presence of your kind
unloose the strings of instinct laws
just to fall into some other jaws

in pounding afternoon i rise
for the pleasure of dying twice
a wingcut anges in decline
breathe my air and i`ll be fine

put your teeth in me
carve your name in me
i don`t care if there is something
that i`m blind to see

invite yourself and feel free
to pick up splinter of debris
it`s in your sys.ex
subdues all that`s delusive

initially this lie i`d recoil
but again i crawl this dirty soil
of all possessions i did treasure
this one`s strictly for her pleasure