Blood, cum and shit - MADMANS ESPRIT

She could find salvation from anyone

She is collecting that salvations now

Take her sorrow and make it mine

Put a knife on her wrist, put that on my wrist too

And make a solemn promise 'when the death has come

There will be nothing left and nothing torment us again'

And make another promise 'when the death has come

There will be nothing left and nothing can save us again'

Blood, cum and shit

Her crying, my pleasure

Mixed with desire, but can not be the one

In the chaos, I was born

Now I return in blood, cum and shit