In Hell Is Where She Waits For Me

Album: Everblack (2013)
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  • I watch the bitter tears slalom down grief stricken faces
    For a moments time I feel I am the god of which they speak
    Under the guise of anonymity I masquerade in thrilling mockery
    An erection juts begrudgingly from twixt my silken Sunday pleats

    The coffin is sealed face to go unrevealed
    But I dare know what lies underneath
    Two bloodless halves of a dark flower dead
    Whose dream turned the nightmare that dwells beneath our darkened beds
    How pathetically I broke her like a doll of porcelain
    I found her primed for a raping that could never be
    In wanton fallacy the temptress played deceiving taunting charming fools like me
    Her silhouette an hourglass whose sands of time would empty fast
    "A rose must remain with the sun and the rain or its lovely promise won't come true."
    Than call me the nightfall the colder than death a winter unending that's stolen her breath

    Dead and famous at last she's made it
    Her mangled face
    Haunting shameless
    The death of peace
    Endarkened times
    Crowned an immortal yet stricken of life
    The headlines read "Young Starlet --- Dead!"
    Drained of her lifesblood and nourished with shit
    Sodomized
    Defeminized
    Silent the victor
    Vengeance is mine

    In hell is where she waits for me
    Seductress burns in sin
    The succubus deceased

    The funeral has ceased you can all rest at ease
    My desire be not to kill again
    I'll now disappear leaving legend to fear
    So lock every door tight from now until eternity

    Dead and famous at last she's made it
    Her mangled face
    Smiling shameless
    The death of peace
    Endarkened times
    Crowned an immortal yet stricken of life
    The headlines read "Young Starlet --- Dead!"
    Drained of her lifesblood and nourished with shit
    Sodomized
    Defeminized
    I am the victor
    Vengeance is mine

    I watched the bitter tears slalom down grief stricken faces
    For a moments time I feel I am the god of which they speak
    I the misogynist
    Her crooked smile my seal of hatred
    Incarnate of the beast
    The god of which they speak Writer/s: Brian Eschbach, John Kempainen, Ryan Williams, Shannon Lucas, Trevor Strnad
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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